ᯓ★ LoverBoy = the boy who loves me.. Tooth rotting fluff, reader is fem (she/her)!!
Valen is the type of man to bring a bouquet of flowers from wherever his last mission was headed.
He tends to choose a lot of the flowers from the dark forest and because he never learns his lesson. He always gets caught at the act and ends up having to endure an earful from Hogan.
But it's all worth it in the end when he sees that happy smile on your face the moment he gifts you the flowers.
He can have the worst day ever, but the second he sees you happy. It can INSTANTLY make him feel like a whole new man.
You just have this strong effect on him.
Just imagine him on the sofa, all worn out and mumbling to himself about how his life is the worst, but once you step in the room with a smile on your face and talking about how much you miss him.
Suddenly he's on his feet, lifting you off the ground by your waist and swinging you around as you laughed.
There was a time he started doing 20 push ups because you made him all flustered.
Now, there's no loving you if he does not spoil you.
Of course I'm not talking about him literally drizzling you in diamonds (but if you asked, he'll literally make it happen). He'd be the type to just show up with your favourite snacks or a stuff animal everytime he visits you.
He just adores your reaction.
Like "Awww you got me the thing I saw the other day!" Or "How did you know I was craving for this!!"
But the best part for him is you showering him with kisses while he has this cocky look on his face.
Because when it comes to being the best boyfriend, nobody can compete with him.
He just KNOWS he's that good at it.
That's because he understands you better than yourself sometimes.
There was a time where you both were invited to this celebration party, you couldn't explain why but you just felt extremely anxious and irritated around a bunch of strangers.
Valen could tell almost instantly, how your smile was forced and your laugh joyless. He gave the excuse that he had a weak stomach and needed to leave.
After that, he took you to a beautiful lakeside near Holistone. You could never forget the feeling of belonging when your body was enveloped by his.
He had your head rested on his chest and you could feel the vibrations from his humming. It was all too relaxing that he noticed your eyes fluttering slowly.
"Mm... fall asleep my dove, I can carry you home after" He whispers, his voice soft like feathers.
He is a loser for when you dress up.
It doesn't matter if you're wearing a tight dress, baggy clothes, or whatever. It's the effort to make yourself look so mesmerising that has him in a trance.
So when you guys go out in public, his hands are literally glued to you. And he loves it especially when he has his arm wrapped around your waist.
Not only does he love to hold you there but he'll actually tickle you by the sides if you guys happen to be disagreeing about something silly.
"Valen stop!!"
"Not if you admit to me that tomato is a vegetable!!"
Now given he's a Knight, his duty isn't just to protect and serve but to also ensure your safety.
There was this one time where you're both asleep, but suddenly he heard a noise outside. I kid you not, his reflexes kicked in and his hand is already on his sword before you could even have the time to open your eyes.
"Valen...?" You called his name, a bit startled by the sound.
"Shh... it's okay baby..." He presses a kiss to your temple.
You watch as he got out of bed and look out the window, just to find the sound being because of a flower pot falling from the neighbours window. He sighs, clearly relieved.
"It's nobody... ahhh" He stretches his back with a loud yawn. He was shirtless and in nothing but his pants so you swore if he stretches any harder you swore he was gonna pop a muscle in his bicep.
He then made his way back to bed and placed his sword back to its rightful place... then pretty much collapsing into your arms like a baby.
He'll make sure you're always well fed, giving you the first bite of his food and having you be hydrated all the time.
That's because you once fell sick when he was away on a mission, the second he came back he was mad at you for not taking care of yourself, but he couldn't stay mad because you were giving him those sad puppy eyes that ended up making him give in so easily.
You know that cape of his?
Since he loves to sneak off duty to talk to you, he'll always hide you under his cape whenever a troop patrolling passes by.
Just imagine him greeting them with a sly salute, but the moment they're out of sight, he's turning around and uncovering you from underneath his cape.
"That was a close one wasn't it dove?" He says with a soft smile.
Like I said, he's a jokester.
He'd sometimes do it at the most random time to catch you off guard.
"Man I'm so hungry I could eat my girlfriend right now" He said, acting all uninterested even though he was peeking at the corner of his eye to find your reaction.
That is you raising an eyebrow at him.
Has once made a joke meant for you but he ended up being the one who laughed the hardest, you simply just stare at him with an amused look.
I'm talking slapping the knee level of laughing.
And the joke was literally "Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me? Because I like you a latte baby!"
Maybe he'll get better at it.
You know how his hair can be in his face sometimes? That's why he let's you tie it up for him.
You find it cute because he'd just sit there like a dog waiting for his owner to pamper him. Plus, he looks adorable with his hair tied up.
Lovesloveslovesloves it when you draw hearts on his hands or other places of his body before he leaves on a long mission.
Will actually go on days with it on his body and come back with the drawings in good condition.
Just imagine he's taking off his armor to treat a wound but his whole chest is just drawings of hearts, and someplace on his left side were your initials. Low-key does not care when the others tease him for it.
Because in the end of the day, he's the one in a happy relationship and he'd do nothing to change that.
(where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating)
pairing: mingyu x f!reader
genre: fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance
rating: explicit, minors do not interact
word count: 18.1k
warnings: eating, drinking, mentions of christmas and holiday celebrations, reference to mingyu being afraid of heights, some minor family dynamic issues, so much kissing, fingering, big dick!mingyu, sex (just plain old missionary), i think that's it
author's note: thank you to the amazing @camandemstudios studios for hosting the winter with you collab! it's been so fun to be part of (even if i forgot for a second that i had to include sunrise sledding, but we're ignoring that). i'm sorry this is a little late as a holiday fic but sometimes life happens and inspiration just doesn't want to strike. i'm not even going to say it's longer than i intended because that's just my brand atp. this is largely unedited.
author's note 2: i think there's going to be an epilogue but idk when that will be possible
“You’re bringing your boyfriend back with you, aren’t you?” your mom asks, which makes you look sharply toward the phone. It’s on speaker because you’re in the middle of folding laundry. Your best friend also looks over towards your phone with a grimace, which makes you wish it wasn’t on speaker.
The thing is…you haven’t told your mom that your ex and you broke up about two months ago. Didn’t want to deal with all the sighing and interrogation while you’re rushing to finish end of the year deadlines at work. Somehow, you know it’ll be your fault. Never mind the fact that he cheated on you in your own apartment. But, that’s another story. Your mother will say something about how you shouldn’t be so picky and everyone makes mistakes. Say that sometimes it’s not your most attractive trait that you’re dedicated to your job. Say that you’re not getting any younger and remind you how many of your friends from school are already married or even having kids of their own. That’s one reminder you don’t really need. You see it every time you aimlessly scroll through your feed. Or when you open the mail and see another wedding invitation.
You sigh. “Well, actually…”
“Oh, don’t tell me,” your mother says with her own sigh. “You broke it off with this one, too?”
“I’m not going to get into it with you,” you say, gentle but firm.
“I don’t understand what could have made you break it off. You said he was like your best friend,” she reminds you.
This earns an eye roll from one of your actual best friends, Mingyu. He takes over folding your clothes for you as something to do and as a way to speed up the whole process.
“Well, he’s not and I don’t see any reality where I will forgive him for what he did to me. So, let’s move on,” you say.
“Maybe that’s okay. You know, one of my friends has a son who’s single and I could just…” she starts.
“No, absolutely not,” you say. This causes Mingyu to stifle his laughter with a hand.
“I don’t understand what the harm in meeting him is. He seems very nice and you’re not exactly getting any younger,” she says.
There it is. The conversation always somehow ends up at the same point. You’re not getting any younger. All your parents’ friends have been planning weddings and getting grandchildren. They all seem to understand the importance of building a family. Why do you have to be so focused on what’s wrong with every person you date? Why are you too wrapped up in work? Your parents constantly remind you how you seem too wrapped up in the city life to realize what you’re missing.
“I just don’t think…” you start but then trail off when Mingyu starts waving at you to get your attention. He’s pointing at himself and mouthing something you can’t understand.
“I know you don’t think, but just…” your mom starts and you mute yourself so you can figure out what your best friend wants.
“What, Mingyu?” you ask, sharper than you intend.
“Take me back with you for the holidays,” he says.
“What?” you ask.
“Take me…” he starts.
“No, I heard you. What are you on about?” you ask.
“You can just feed your mom some line. Tell her you and I just started dating. It doesn’t matter. Anything to just get her off your case,” he says.
“I’m not…what is wrong with you? I’m not going to just fake date you like some weird holiday movie,” you argue.
“Okay, first of all, rude. Those movies aren’t weird, they’re great. And second of all, what do you have to lose? Your mom loves me and she’ll be thrilled to see me. I already know everyone that’ll be at the parties and dinners. My parents are out of the country visiting my sister and her new boyfriend for the holidays, so I was only going to my cousin’s as kind of a pity invite. It can’t possibly fail,” he says.
“There are a lot of ways it could fail, actually,” you point out.
“Wow, are you going to leave me stranded for the holidays? I’m already rethinking this relationship,” Mingyu says through a pout. “My own partner doesn’t even want to spend the holidays with me. Are you embarrassed to bring me around your family?”
“So what do you say?” comes your mom’s voice. You had been blocking it out while talking to Mingyu, yet it still catches your attention.
You quickly unmute yourself and look away from Mingyu. “I…actually can’t, Mom. I’m sort of seeing someone different, but it’s new so I wasn’t going to mention…”
“Oh, you already found someone new, that’s wonderful!” she exclaims.
You don’t have to look at Mingyu to know that he’s wearing a grin that’s entirely too satisfied. Even if he’s mostly kidding about being abandoned for Christmas, you know that it’s been bugging him that his parents decided to go abroad. You also know that he wouldn’t ever dream of inviting himself to tag long even if that’s what he wanted to do. He actually likes your family, sometimes more than you do.
“I’ll have to ask him if he’s willing to come with me, but…” you try to say before your mother cuts you off again.
“Tell him it simply wouldn’t be the holidays without him. I can’t wait to meet him. Oh, I’m going to tell your father. We may manage to get you married after all,” she says in seemingly one breath.
“I still haven’t…” you try again without any luck.
“I can’t wait to see you both! Love you!” she says.
“Love y-...” you say, but she’s already ended the call.
“I guess I have holiday plans after all,” Mingyu says and you fight the urge to throw a pillow at him.
“This is a terrible idea. I can’t pretend we’re dating,” you say and crinkle your nose.
“Oh, wow, have I offended your high standards?” he asks. “Should I remind you of your last two relationships?”
You do throw the pillow at him this time.
Despite all the questions from your parents about just who is coming home with you for the holidays, you insist that it needs to be a surprise. You definitely think that your parents will be surprised when they see Mingyu on their doorstep. Even though you only met Mingyu in college, the two of you have been nearly inseparable since then. He’s come with you to countless family events to keep you company, especially between other relationships. Your parents buy him Christmas presents every year and insist on video chatting with both of you on his birthdays. Your younger cousins ask when he’s going to be coming around again because they look up to him, both literally and figuratively. It’s kind of annoying sometimes because you wonder if they like him more than their own family member. But, you reason it away with them liking him for the same reasons that you do. He’s just so easy to be around, though they get more of his polite company attitude than you do. Around you, he’s much more relaxed and somehow more prone to pouting to get his way.
More unfortunately, the pout always seems to work on you. You pretend to be annoyed with it (well, it’s not always pretending, actually), but you give in every time. Which is fine when it’s just the two of you. It’s less fine when other friends are around because they all have smug looks. Convinced that you and him are end game and neither of you realizes yet. The worst, though, is when he slips into the pout mode around your family and you have to deal with the looks from your family members. It’s all worth it to have someone to act as a buffer, even if you’ll never tell him as much.
Before you get to that point of seeing your parents, you figure that you should stop by to see your childhood best friend first. Of course, he already knows the whole story with Mingyu and doesn’t seem entirely surprised. After all, he’s also known your mom nearly his whole life. Somehow you went from kids forced together when the parents hung out to adults that actually still genuinely love each other, which means he knows Mingyu well too. In his role as best friend, your current situation will not spare you from his teasing. That’s a role he’s happily embraced all your lives.
The smirk on his face is present as soon as he sees you and Mingyu walk into the coffee shop. Mingyu hasn’t even spotted him while he unwinds his scarf and heads to the counter to order drinks. You say you’re going over to sit with your friend and only then does Mingyu notice you’re not the first ones here.
“Hey Kwan, you good on your drink?” he calls.
“Yeah, thanks,” he calls back before his eyes turn on you like he’s got a secret.
You make your way over to his table and try not to react to the look he’s giving you. Typical Seungkwan looking like he’s about to burst with the latest gossip. Even when he knows exactly why you have Mingyu with you and even said, over text, he gets why you agreed. Ugh. You know better than to think he’ll let you live for even a second. Sometimes you think you need better friends.
“Has he gotten taller?” Seungkwan asks, casting his eyes over at your other friend.
“No, but for real,” you say with a laugh. “I swear, I see him constantly and I still feel like he’s getting taller.”
“Constantly, huh?” Seungkwan asks, raising an eyebrow.
“We’re best friends,” you say with a sigh.
“And what am I?” he asks.
“Also my best friend. There’s no rule on having only one,” you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Are you nervous to head back to your parents’ house?” he asks, entirely switching approaches.
It’s not your first rodeo, though. “Why should I be? They like Mingyu, at least, so there won’t be any of the awkwardness beyond explaining that we’re dating now.”
“Which probably isn’t going to come as a surprise to them,” Seungkwan says.
“I mean, why wouldn’t it be a surprise?” you ask before you clock the look on his face. “Oh, don’t tell me this is more of that bullshit about how often I bring him around. You know my family is insufferable if I have to deal with them alone.”
“No, I just know for a fact that they’ve wondered if you were dating him before,” Seungkwan says as Mingyu finally joins you with two coffees in hand.
“That would mean she would need to have good enough taste to date someone as great as me,” he says when he sets your coffee in front of you.
“I’m so torn,” Seungkwan admits. “I could insult her taste in relationships, which, love you babe, but really? Or I could insult you as not really being any better than anyone she’s dated.”
“That one gets us both, though?” you point out, only a little offended.
“Option two it is,” Seungkwan agrees.
“Okay, enough of that. Fill me in on everything before I have to walk into the lion’s den,” you say.
It’s always the same when you catch up with Seungkwan. He’s thriving even though he chose not to leave the area where you grew up. It’s not that big of an area, but he’s found opportunities. You just found those opportunities a little further away. Just far enough away that your mother can’t easily pop by unannounced. That lead time before she shows up is usually enough that you can mentally prepare.
Seungkwan, for his part, really does brighten up the entire space, when he’s not being a demon. He’s got that kind of shine that can’t even be dulled by staying in the same general area as his family. He’s also better at setting boundaries, which he gently reminds you again. He doesn’t need the space and preparation time of his family showing up at his place unannounced because they all know that’s not allowed. It’s not that you’re a pushover, it’s just that it feels different. Even your parents seem to respect Seungkwan more than you at times. You try not to let the cynicism of being a woman seep into those feelings. But, it’s hard. Harder still when Seungkwan gives you the sympathetic look like he wants to agree and knows it won’t really help anything. He’s always been that special brand of ally. The one that actually does want to help and understands the inherent privilege.
Unfortunately, Seungkwan and his family won’t be coming to the events that your parents have planned for the next week, though they’re always invited. They wanted to do something more focused on their family instead. It probably seems like something over the top to anyone on the outside. To you, it just seems normal. This is how your parents always handle the holidays and most events seem to take place at their house.
All too soon, Seungkwan says that he needs to get back to something and reminds you that you can’t put off going home any longer. You’re already getting dangerously close to what your mother considers late. It’s probably not the best idea to test her patience before the week even starts.
Mingyu takes care of getting you over to your parents house. Maybe fake dating him for a week won’t be so bad when he takes care of driving without asking and doesn’t even need an address. Since he also already knows your entire family, he doesn’t need help with getting gifts to bring with him. That includes both something to give them when you get there as well as actual Christmas gifts. You remember telling him that wasn’t necessary and remember the look of horror on his face when he asked what kind of fake boyfriend he would be if he forgot. Despite the weirdness of the situation, you also find yourself far more at peace than the last time you brought an actual partner home like this. Mingyu has seen you through a lot of ups and downs. Knows when to be serious and when to crack a little joke to break the tension, even if it’s something only for your ears.
That all disappears as soon as your mother greets you at the door with a look of genuine surprise on her face.
“Surprise,” you say. It seems a little redundant because she seems shocked. “You, uh, you remember Mingyu, right?”
“Of course, of course, come in out of the cold,” she says, recovering quickly as she steps out of the way. “Let me get your coats.”
“I know this is probably a bit of a surprise,” you start.
“It definitely is,” she agrees as she takes Mingyu’s and your coats. “Your father is just in the family room.”
“I figured it would be a good surprise,” you offer as you start to follow her into the house.
“No, of course it is. We adore Mingyu, you know that,” she says with a soft smile for Mingyu. She’s always loved him. “We just, well, we thought you and him had broken up…”
“Broken…what?” you ask, your own shock now matching your mother’s as you come to a complete halt.
Mingyu seems to just stay quiet through this entire exchange. You’re wondering why until you look over at him to see that he’s barely containing his laughter. Of course he would find this whole thing funny. Maybe he believes Seungkwan that your parents have wondered if you were dating him. Or maybe he’s just quicker on the uptake. Whatever it, it would be annoying if your brain wasn’t working overtime to try and catch up.
“Yes, you said you’d broken up with a boyfriend. Your father and I realized we hadn’t actually met the last person you dated and we just assumed, since you only mention Mingyu. Well, you said he was like your best friend and we knew it wasn’t Seungkwan. Mingyu only made sense,,” your mother says with a shrug.
“Mingyu! What are you doing here?” your father asks, rising from his seat to shake your best friend’s hand.
“Dating our daughter, apparently,” your mother says with a skeptical look.
“Oh, good! I’m glad you kids worked it out,” he says.
“Did…everyone just think I was dating…?” you start to ask, looking confusedly between your parents. “Mom, Dad, I was not dating Mingyu. We were only…”
“Friends?” your mother supplies through her heavy tone of disbelief.
“Yes,” you say, eyes wide and desperate looking to Mingyu for support.
“We really were just friends,” Mingyu says. “I mean, I guess not just friends. But, seeing her go through another heartbreak just made me realize that I didn’t want to see her go through something like that again. I guess it just made me realize how much I do care about her. So, I finally said something.”
There’s a lot that you can count on Mingyu for. Driving, having an endless supply of oversized hoodies to steal, a stocked kitchen, the best meals of your life, 2 am chats, support through break ups, hating the same people, being scared of his own shadow, a perpetual golden retriever energy, endless loyalty, and the list goes on. Something you never expect to count on Mingyu for, though? The lie that spills so easily from his lips to try and get your parents off your case. Sure, he knows just how much you struggle with your relationship with them. This is different, though. The lie sounds so sincere and his face looks so soft when he glances over at you.
“You know, it’s okay if you just got back together,” your mother says, looking between the two of you.
“Oh my god, that’s not what happened!” you say, throwing your hands up.
“Of course, dear, of course,” your father says.
“I should go take our suitcases upstairs. Am I just in the normal guest room?” he asks.
It’s both a deflection from the conversation and a valid question all rolled into one. Whatever the case, it does work for long enough to have your mother refocus her attention on Mingyu to answer. That gives you at least a second to catch your breath. Bringing Mingyu was supposed to give you a break from your parents. And it will, you think, but it’s also bringing up a lot that you hadn’t planned on. You wonder what Seungkwan will say when you tell him about the reception. Probably that he told you so.
“Oh, no dear. We planned to have you stay in our daughter’s old room with her,” your mother says.
Great. Now you’re in an entirely new spiral because, what? She has you and Mingyu staying in the same room where there is only one bed? You can’t remember the last time she was this relaxed with a partner you brought home, which brings up even more questions. Has this really been the plan? Or is only the plan now because of how much they like him? Is this just another way for them to try and nudge you into marriage?
“But, mom…” you start to protest.
“We’ve got a full house with family, dear,” she says as an explanation.
“I know where it is, I’ll just take the stuff up,” Mingyu offers.
“I can help,” you say as a way to get out of this whole thing and to talk to your friend.
“Pretty sure I’m strong enough to get some luggage upstairs,” he jokes and you roll your eyes.
“Why don’t you go up with him anyway? Then you can freshen up before dinner,” your mother says with a poorly disguised look at your slightly wrinkled clothing.
Mingyu insists on carrying the bigger suitcases upstairs on his own, but you grab the smaller bags you had in the car with you. Well, except for his backpack that he also stubbornly carries. You don’t need a personal demonstration, you already know that he’s strong. You also don’t need to hear your mother talking about how nice it is to have such a polite young man around like he hasn’t been around a million times before. Once you’re inside the room and behind a closed door, you round on your friend.
“What the hell was that?” you ask.
“Your mom actually letting you and a boyfriend stay in the same room? I don’t know. It’s crazy, right?” he asks.
“Not that, what was with you?” you ask.
“What do you mean?” he returns, looking up from his suitcase where he had been getting ready to unpack.
“That whole answer you gave my mom,” you say and he looks almost pitying.
“I have to make it believable, don’t I?” he asks like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Otherwise, she won’t buy it and she’s going to try to set you up.”
“I guess that makes sense,” you concede.
“Kind of wild that they thought we’d been dating, though,” he adds on.
“Yeah, what was that?” you ask with more force than you mean.
He only shrugs. “I don’t know, they’re your parents.”
“Seungkwan said the same thing,” you remind him.
“About people thinking we’re dating?” he asks, eyes back on his suitcase.
“Yeah,” you say.
He only chuckles before he looks up. “Come on, that’s not the first time either. How many of our friends have thought the same thing?”
“They’re just fucking with us,” you disagree.
“And my ex?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Okay, well in my defense, she was insane. The whole idea that people of the opposite sex can’t be friends is an insane take,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m not exactly upset to be rid of her,” he agrees.
“Come on. We better hurry up and get back downstairs,” you say.
The rest of the day is somehow just as weird, but also comforting. As the rest of the family starts arriving, either to stay or just for dinner, you find out that most of your family thinks you’ve been dating Mingyu. Or that it was him that you broke up with and are now back together with. It’s hard to tell if it’s something coming from your parents or just a general vibe that the two of you give off. You can at least acknowledge that you didn’t talk about your last relationship much with your family. Hindsight is always clearer, but you still think you knew something was off in that relationship the whole time. Knew that he wasn’t destined to go the distance. Maybe that’s why the break up didn’t hurt that bad. Honestly, the worst part was thinking of facing your family alone for Christmas.
Mingyu saves you from that as he’s saved you countless times before.
That brings you to the more comforting part of the evening. You can’t tell if any of your family members actually buy that this is a new relationship. At least, none of them seem to think it’s fake. You can probably put up with it if they just think you’re lying about when you actually got together. That makes it all feel much easier. Then, there’s the fact that your entire family loves Mingyu. It’s the first time you can remember joining the dinner to kick off the family Christmas festivities in years. Your family takes the holidays very seriously and it’s Mingyu’s first time experiencing it like this. Yet, he slots right in with everything.
It also feels like he’s thought through this whole fake relationship in ways you didn’t. Sure, you talked about some of the ins and outs since this isn’t just a quick overnight trip. But, mostly, you just decide it’s easiest to keep it as close to the truth as possible. The friendship is so deep that there’s genuine love there. You don’t have to fake that. What you did not consider is physical affection. You’re not the kind of person that drapes yourself all over a partner, never have been. There’s a moment where you worry, as you watch your cousin and her fiancé, that you and Mingyu could be found out for not showing enough affection.
A few minutes later, you’re wishing he would be less affectionate. And you’re not even sure why you worried. The first thing you really learned about Mingyu was that he was incredibly physically affectionate. Tight hugs, random hand holding, an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your arm or leg. It’s all just par for the course with him. It’s gotten even more obvious now that he’s pretending to date you. It seems so innocuous, too. He’s got his hand on your thigh, giving the occasional squeeze, while he’s talking to someone else. He randomly plants a kiss on your temple. He leans over to whisper something to you on the pretense of being close and usually it’s nothing. You don’t even realize that it has most of your family giving each other knowing looks. Like they’re still not convinced you hadn’t been dating before.
By the time it’s late enough to go upstairs, you’re more than ready to have time away from your family. Every time you think that you’re social, your family is there to humble you. Or maybe it’s just that being around them is too draining. In any case, you and Mingyu head upstairs together. Thankfully, your parents house is big enough that it feels like there’s a little bit of privacy in your old bedroom.
“So, how’s this going to work?” Mingyu asks, glancing at the bed and then into the attached bathroom.
Okay, so maybe, even with how big the house is, you haven’t fully considered everything. You’re not really sure what to do. It shouldn’t be weird. You and Mingyu have shared a bed before. This just somehow feels intimate when your entire family thinks you’re sharing because you’re in a relationship and don’t know this is all pretend so you can have a little bit of peace for the holidays. Your gift to yourself. Shaking it all off, you turn to Mingyu.
“I mean, we’ve shared before. It’ll be fine,” you say.
“So are we not gonna talk about the last time we shared?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.
Racking your brain, you can’t really think of anything that would make him say that. Had something awkward happened? Did one of you do something that you should really remember? Just as you’re about to go into a full blown spiral, you feel Mingyu appear before you. He reaches out to smooth out the line between your eyebrows.
“Don’t hurt yourself there,” he says with a laugh. “You whined about me taking up too much space.”
“Oh my god,” you say and swat at him. “It was a tiny bed and you took up the entire thing! You can’t do this to me when I’m already wound tight over my family.”
“Sorry,” he says and throws up his hands. The sparkle in his eyes says that he’s anything but.
“I’m going to change and then start my skincare routine,” you say as you move to grab something to wear to bed.
Without even asking if you’re dressed, Mingyu comes into the bathroom to start doing his own skincare routine while you’re in there. He’s already changed into a t-shirt and shorts, which you know is more than he normally wears to bed. It’s somehow peaceful to go through your routines in silence like this. You consider that it might be in part because it forces him to be quiet. Not that you usually mind his chatter, it’s just that your brain is already tired from one night dealing with your family. You can’t imagine how the rest of the days are going to go and are thankful for the downtime when you’ll be able to get out of the house to do things.
Once you’re back in the bedroom, you both finish off all the little things you need to do. You plug in your phone after checking for any important notifications, grab the TV remote to fling it over to Mingyu, and slide under the covers. Usually you just kind of scroll before going to sleep or sometimes you’ll read. But, you think it might be weird to do those things when you’re sharing a bed with someone else.
“Do I need to make a pillow wall or something?” he asks as he’s flipping through to find something to watch.
Your head whips to the side to look at him. Even though it’s only his profile, you can see that he’s smirking. Purposefully not looking at you because he knows it’ll break the little composure he has. To deal with that, you whack him with a pillow.
“Just don’t drape your entire body over me,” you say.
“Why?” he asks and does turn to look at you now, wiggling his eyebrows. “Afraid it’ll be too close?”
“No, you fucking goober, you’re just heavy,” you say through a genuine laugh.
“How is this relationship ever going to work if we’re calling each other names?” he says, pretending to be heartbroken.
“Same way it has for like 8 years,” you joke back with a soft smile.
“Are you saying you love me?” he asks, hand on his heart. This is one of your favorite things about your friendship with Mingyu because he’s so dramatic that it takes your mind off everything else.
“I don’t know, I’m rethinking it,” you say and turn back to the TV.
“I love you too, you know,” he says, voice soft enough to make you turn back to him.
“I know, Gyu. I don’t think anyone else would put themselves through this for me, so thank you,” you say honestly.
He just shrugs and goes back to a lighter place. “Well, I didn’t have good holiday plans and who can say no to this level of entertainment?”
The next day actually gives you time to catch up with some of your family members more personally instead of everything being such big conversations. That’s especially true for your cousin, Mimi, who’s only two years younger than you and has always been your favorite of your cousins. Even if you go months without seeing each other, it always feels like no time passes. There’s just a level of closeness and understanding between the two of you. You can complain about your mothers since they’re sisters and honestly the same person, just in a different font. It’s easy to be on the same page about things as well.
You’re actually a little surprised to see that she’s here alone, even though you know she recently got out of a bad relationship. Somehow, it seems her mom is more understanding than your own. She was also much more honest about how the relationship fell apart after 3 years and her mom is sympathetic about it. When she says it like that, you understand. Your last few relationships have all been measured in months rather than years.
“You’re not, like, actually dating Mingyu though, are you?” she asks quietly when it’s just the two of you.
“Mimi,” you hiss and look around.
“We’re alone,” she assures you with a wave of her hand. “So, spill.”
“No,” you say hesitantly. “Why?”
“I’m just curious,” she says unconvincingly.
“He was with me when my mom was bugging me about the holidays and bringing someone with me. Then she was going to set me up, so he just offered…” you start.
“He was the one who suggested it?” she asks, far more curious than she should be.
“Yeah,” you say simply. “Again, why?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve just always thought he was cute and I was wondering if he’s actually single.”
“You cannot hit on Mingyu,” you whisper through gritted teeth. She gives you a look you can’t place before brushing it off.
“Oh, I’m not saying I would. It’s just good to know I could,” she says.
“You can’t,” you remind her. “Everyone thinks we’re dating.”
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do it anywhere anyone else could see,” she teases.
Of course, another of our cousins picks that moment to join you, so you can’t further chastise Mimi. It irritates you all the same though. How does she think it’s just fine to do something like that when you’re supposed to be in a fake relationship? Could she not just wait to hit on him until the rest of your family wasn’t watching with too much attention?
Normally, Mimi is a respite from the rest of your family. She’s one of the few people that you’re always completely honest with. Now, she’s taken that away. You try to go about the rest of the day with her knowing that the relationship is fake and she seems like she’s trying her best to get under your skin. Every part of you wants to stop her from chatting so much to Mingyu and you can’t. It would seem weird when everyone knows that you and your cousin are close. Weirder still when she always knows Mingyu relatively well from every other time he’s been to some family event.
When you excuse yourself up to your bedroom for a second away from your parents and their incessant hint dropping, Mingyu slips into the room just after you. Which is odd, considering you had not even seen him also slip away. The second odd thing comes when you look at his face. He looks more serious than usual, more tired. It doesn’t fully make sense because he’s incredibly social. Loves to be around people in the way all true extroverts do. Something must be wrong.
“Can I talk to you?” he asks after closing the door.
“You don’t ever have to ask,” you say with clear apprehension.
“Did you tell Mimi we weren’t actually dating?” he asks, still looking at you in a way you can’t place.
You exhale, thinking it’ll be nothing. “Oh, that, yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it to you, I just…”
“Did you also tell her that I’m very single and she should go ahead and shoot her shot?” he asks and you stop short hearing that.
“I - what?” you ask.
“She just kind of cornered me and was laying it on super thick, but she said it was fine because she knows we’re not really dating and that you’d encouraged her to…” he starts and you immediately cut him off.
“What the actual fuck, Mimi?” you say in frustration.
“I mean, if you want me to…” he tries to start again, looking a little like a lost or kicked puppy. It makes you immediately close the space between you and him.
“Gyu, no. I did tell her that we weren’t actually dating, but I absolutely did not tell her it was okay to do any of that, let alone encourage it,” you say.
“So you don’t want me to flirt back?” he asks. He’s still looking Too Serious when he says it and you’re not really sure how to feel.
“Since we’re supposed to be dating, I’d prefer you didn’t. But, if you think she’s pretty it’s not like I can stop you,” you say noncommittally.
“Of course I think she’s pretty. You and your whole family are pretty. It’s like something in a TV show or some shit,” he says and this is a Mingyu you recognize because he’s rolling his eyes.
“Oh yeah, says the guy who looks like that,” you say and vaguely gesture at him.
“I…did you just compliment me?” he asks, totally off track from wherever he was going.
“That depends, did you compliment me first?” you deflect.
“You’re such a shithead,” he grumbles and you tsk at him.
“Now, now sweetheart, should we really be name calling?” you tease.
He fixes you with his attempt at an unimpressed stare, but he’s nowhere near as good at it as you are. Like every other time, he relents first. “I’ve probably told you how beautiful you are hundreds of times in our friendship.”
“Which I’ve always returned,” you lie.
“Be so for real. I have to pull most compliments out of you,” he says through a snort. When you open your mouth to protest, he cuts you off. “Most compliments that are not about my cooking, I should say.”
“People fall all over you,” you say with a good natured eye roll of your own. “Do you really need to hear me also say you could easily be a model?”
“Doesn’t hurt,” he mumbles through a pout.
“Oh, beautiful Mingyu,” you start, taking on the silliest voice you can muster. “You’re so pretty that I could cry. Your face breaks hearts every day, your smile lights up the room, your hair…”
“Okay, okay, enough,” he says even though he looks pleased.
“I cannot believe Mimi, though,” you say.
“I’m glad you’re not trying to push us together,” he admits.
“Why? Not interested?” you tease.
He answers seriously, though. “No. She’s pretty, sure, but no, I’m definitely not interested, even if I wasn’t pretending to date you.”
That honest answer strikes something in you. Not that honesty is unusual between the two of you. It just feels like there’s also an element of vulnerability in the response as well. Like he’s saying something that you just can’t quite decipher. You just brush aside for now, though, since there’s nothing else you really can do.
Mingyu, as it turns out, has one winter time tradition that he’s always wanted to try and never had the chance to do: sledding. He’s never lived in any place where it’s snowy enough or there’s enough free space. But, up here in the relative mountains where your parents live, sledding is a way of life. It’s something you’ve done countless times growing up with friends or family. Part of you is even a little thankful that he wants to do it, too. It’s been years since you’ve gone sledding and getting to see his face when you go for the first time feels special. Feels like something that’s just for you.
Which is why you’re up before the sun.
Last night, when you talked about sledding and getting an early start, Mingyu was on board. Now that it’s time to actually get up, you can see it written all over his face that he’s regretting every decision that’s ever led him to this moment. Like the true best friend that he is, though, he’s keeping the actual grumbling to a minimum. You’re not sure why you’re not also grumbling. You’re not a morning person. But, you’ve never gone sledding at sunrise either and something about it just seems like it’ll be magical. Like it really will make it an entirely new experience for you and him to share.
The house is quiet as you grab the bag of snow pants and winter jackets that you packed the night before from the closet in the entryway. Everything feels so peaceful in the house and just as still when you leave. Like even the soft sound of the door is too much while the whole world sleeps. You can hear the slight crunch under your feet as you trudge over to Mingyu’s car and take care not to be too loud getting in. Thank him again for driving when you know it’s way earlier than he wants to be awake. All he does is smile like there’s nowhere else in the world he would rather be.
The drive to the hill where you’re going to sled is quick and also tranquil. Even the music is soft like Mingyu is afraid of disrupting the peace. Or maybe you’re both just appreciating something different than the normal bustle of life in a city. It’s never this kind of quiet there and there’s something kind of beautiful about it. Even the parking lot is empty when you get to the small hill that you used to sled down as a kid. You’ve never seen it empty before. Then again, you’ve never been before the sun rose, either. Mingyu takes care to unload the sleds before you both bundle up. It’s not terribly cold, but you make him put on the waterproof gear anyway.
He stops at the bottom of the hill and looks towards the top. “We’re going all the way up there?”
You can hear a little bit of nerves in his voice. Mingyu has never been a fan of heights. This isn’t that high, though, and you nudge him playfully. Well, it doesn’t seem high to you. “I think you can manage. Come on.”
Climbing up to the top is always your least favorite part because it uses the most energy. Not that you mind the activity, it’s just a lot of work for a relatively short ride back down the hill on the sled. At least this hill has stairs built into the slope off to the side to help you. Once you’re at the top, you plop down with Mingyu right beside you. It’s less about catching your breath and more about appreciating the view. It seems like you can see for miles even though you’re not that high up. The sun starts to rise and you know it’s all worth it. All the shades of orange and pink stretch across the horizon as the sun makes its way over the distant mountains. There aren’t any words that come to mind to really capture how beautiful it is. The colors are more vibrant against the white of the snow all around you. Everything feels magnified in the quiet space. All either of you can do is utter out a soft wow to express your awe.
And then the quiet really is broken.
“Okay you expect me to slide down that on a piece of plastic?” he asks with a hint of panic in his voice.
You follow his gaze and look down the hill, because it really is only a hill. Not anything crazy. It always looks a little more intimidating from the top, but it isn’t anything all that high.
“Oh come on you giant baby,” you tease and nudge him. “We got all the way up here, how else are you going to get down?”
“Walk back down the stairs they so nicely provided?” he offers.
“That’s crazy,” you say.
“I’m afraid of heights!” he shouts, more panic in his voice.
“I know, Gyu,” you say, instantly softening as you approach him to put your hand on his arm.
“I didn’t really think this through,” he admits.
“Why did you agree to sledding down a hill?” you ask, genuinely curious.
He’s quiet for a moment as he looks out over vista before him. You watch as a calm comes back over him. The kind of calm that can only come from a setting as pretty as this one. Watch him take a couple steadying breaths. Even though you’ve been friends with Mingyu for years, you’ve never really seen his fear of heights firsthand. Couldn’t have imagined it would kick in for something as seemingly innocuous as a small sledding hill. Though, admittedly, it is a pretty decent size. It’s definitely not just the kind of hill people sled down in their backyards or local parks.
“Because I wanted to try sledding and do something new. And this hill seemed important to you,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m not going to say no to something you ask me to do when you get that look in your eyes.”
“What look?” you ask to avoid considering a deeper meaning to his words.
“I don’t know. You get all starry eyed,” he says with a shrug.
“How about this? We can go down together and check it off the list. You don’t have to sled again,” you offer.
“We came all the way out here,” he says, unsure.
“And I got to see the prettiest sunrise of my life with my best friend beside me,” you say easily.
“Okay, okay. I can at least try,” he says.
You get up and send the smaller of the sleds down the hill without anyone on it in case you really only take the one ride. It would be a hassle to have to come back up and get it. Then, you position yourself on the bigger sled that’s meant for two people (or three kids sometimes when you were younger). Once you’re in place, you motion for Mingyu to settle in behind you. Point out where he can put his legs on either side of you, which already feels closer than normal even with how affectionate Mingyu can be. You adjust so that your back is pressed against his chest. It’s about the right balance to the sled so that you’re less likely to topple over on the way down. Mingyu has to crowd into your space to wrap his arms around your middle because he’s bigger than you are, something you hadn’t considered when suggesting this. You can almost tell that he’s considering burying his face in your hair, but stops short.
At least, until you push over the edge with a combination of wiggling and using your hands to push your forward. That’s when he buries his face. Then, you’re slowly picking up speed as you slide down the completely untouched snow. It’s always best like this, in your opinion. Before there are lanes carved into the snow. Yes, those lanes pack the snow down and can make you go faster, but you can also catch an edge and topple over more easily.
None of that is really on your mind once you start descending though. All you can think of is the way Mingyu’s body feels pressed against yours. How it’s very foreign but also very comforting. How you can understand why your whole family so easily believes that you’re together. The comfort is effortless, something you don’t ever think about. It just exists. You focus on how funny it is to have this giant of a man wrapped around you like a koala with his head buried in your hair now because he’s nervous. You don’t even consider any other way that it might make you feel. When you let out a squeal of delight as the sled picks up more speed, you feel, rather than hear, him grumble by the tickle of his breath in your hair. It only makes him cling more tightly to you.
It’s almost disappointing when you feel the sled level out at the bottom of the hill and slow down. It’s been the perfect way to relive one of the parts of your childhood that you loved the most. Getting to do silly little things like this really was one of the best parts of winter. You’re fully stopped before you realize that Mingyu is still clinging to you with everything he has. So, you carefully place a hand over his and feel him untense the tiniest bit.
“It’s okay, we made it to the bottom in one piece.”
Slowly, he loosens his grip on you and actually looks up. Again, you feel this rather than seeing it. You feel the absence of his body heat and only then realize just how tightly he was clinging to you. Mingyu pulls his face out of your hair and seems to look around, as if testing that you’re really at the bottom of the hill. Like he’s not sure it’s over that quickly.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“No, it was a lot of fun.”
“Do you think…could we maybe go again?”
Both of you are standing up again now and it makes you whip your head around to look at him because you can’t believe this scaredy cat actually wants to go down again after how much it took to get him down the first time. His face is hopeful, though, and you’re not about to start saying no to that face now. Not when you never have before. So you match his smile.
“On one condition,” you finally say. Mingyu only looks at you like he’s waiting for you to continue. “You have to actually keep your eyes open this time.”
“You don’t know I had my eyes closed,” he insists with a pout.
“Gyu, your face was in my hair,” you say through a laugh.
“Okay, fine. Eyes open. But, I have my own condition, too,” he fires back, still kind of pouting.
“Yes?”
“I want to ride together again.”
It’s easy to agree to that. Even though you don’t say it out loud, it’s kind of fun riding with him, especially when the hill is so untouched. He’s tall and muscular, very helpful when it comes to carving a path and also picking up speed. He adds to the momentum and you like going faster. You don’t consider telling him that he wouldn’t go quite as fast without you because you would be losing on as well. It’s not a bad deal for either of you, really. Mingyu gets to work a little on a fear of heights on something much more manageable and you get to live out your best sled dreams.
Each run gets a little bit easier. Mingyu holds up his end of the bargain and actually opens his eyes, which is more entertaining to you than it probably should be as he curses all the way down that first run. But, he keeps wanting to go and you’re not going to stop him. Don’t realize that maybe he also keeps going because he loves to see the way your face lights up each run. Neither of you makes an effort to get the other sled again either.
By the time the sun is fully risen, yours and Mingyu’s cheeks are rosy from the cold. And also from the way you’ve taken to running back up the steps to the top like kids. You have to admit, even if it means he’ll get a big head, this is the most fun you’ve had in your hometown during the holidays in a long time. Honestly, it might actually be the most fun you’ve had anywhere in a while. It’s nice to get back to something simpler without worrying about anything else. Life can get busy back in the city between work and chores and endless responsibility. Sometimes it’s nice to just take a break from it all. Remember that there are more important things than just working all the time or being stressed about things you can’t really control. Maybe there’s something to simplifying life a bit.
Now that the sun is rising, it’s a more acceptable time for people to be out and about themselves. Kids can convince their parents to take them sledding as well. At the first sign of people approaching, you and Mingyu agree that it should be your last run. You’re starting to get a little tired and you know it’ll get loud. You don’t mind having the kids around, you just know it gets harder to avoid everyone and you have to wait longer between each run. Besides, you planned something post sledding as well. It catches you off guard that he actually seems a little sad to be leaving.
That is, until you take him to this little hole in the wall of a breakfast place. It’s something new because you’re not usually in this area when he comes with you to family events. Not that it’s far, it’s just a few towns over and there are closer places. Until winter comes around again and the elderly couple that runs the place roll out their secret recipe for hot cocoa. Honestly, you could probably just drink that without even ordering anything to eat and be the happiest person in the world. The food is amazing too, though, and you didn’t eat before leaving to go sledding. You and Mingyu order a few things to share and laugh all the way through it, talking about sledding and the trip so far.
“Thanks for this,” he says as breakfast is winding up.
You’re a little surprised at both his words and the gentleness of his tone. “For what?”
“Taking me sledding like this. That sunrise was amazing and I, well, I guess I didn’t think I’d have as much fun as I did,” he admits, a little more shy than you’re used to.
“I’m glad you trusted me,” you say and can’t quite place the look he gives you.
“I think I’d trust you with just about anything.”
The day before Christmas is always the same. By then, you’re in desperate need of a break from your family and you think they may be in need of a break from you as well. So, each year you get together with Seungkwan and some of your other friends that still live in the area. Anyone with a partner brings them along and you have a nice, boozy brunch. This year, Seungkwan is hosting because his place is spacious and the group seems a little bigger. It’s also nice to get to really spend some time at his place since he’s only been there a few months.
Typically, a few people in the friend group will bring over some pre-made things to warm up the next day as well as everyone bringing whatever they want to drink and share. That’s the same for this year with a slight change. Mingyu, once he sees the kitchen, says that he just has to make some food as well. After taking an inventory, he heads back out to buy more things that he needs, ignoring any of your protests and only agreeing to take your card so you can sort out the cost with your friends. (You’re not going to do that because you don’t mind just covering it, but you don’t want him to cover it either.)
When he gets back, he immediately goes into the kitchen and your friend Vernon’s girlfriend offers to help. She drags Seungkwan’s sister, who doesn’t usually come around, with her as well. Mingyu only leaves the kitchen long enough to bring you one of the mimosas that he made, insisting there’s a special ingredient. Then, it’s back to fully focusing on the food. Not that you really mind. It’s nice to just be in a low stress environment with your friends to catch up, have some drinks, and laugh a lot.
Vernon, after looking around to make sure nobody else is listening, shows you and Seungkwan the ring he’s been walking around with for the past few weeks. Apparently, he’s finally settled that he’s going to propose to his girlfriend tomorrow on Christmas Day. You’re thrilled because they’ve been together forever and she already feels like family. Seungkwan nearly bursts into tears, which you have to quickly cover so nobody realizes what’s happening. You love that your best friend is like that. It’s just not the time if you want to keep it a secret that Vernon wants to propose.
It also feels nice to be in a group where you don’t have to pretend. Nothing changes all that much for how you and Mingyu are together because he’s always affectionate with you. But, you get to trade any of the not-so-subtle comments about when you’re going to get married to the relentless teasing about how he passes as your boyfriend so easily. It’s nice to have someone joking about it and you find you don’t even mind. Especially when Mingyu chimes in with his own little comments from the kitchen. There seems like there’s a lot of laughter in there as well.
“You’re going to have to dress him better if he’s going to keep posing as your boyfriend,” Seungkwan jokes and you look over at the kitchen.
Mingyu is wearing this kind of awful green zip up sweater. It’s not even that nice, soft material. But, he insisted on wearing it because he wanted to wear something with Christmas colors and it was the only thing he had apart from his outfit for tomorrow. It makes you roll your eyes again remembering it.
“I know,” you sigh. “Usually he dresses so well and then there’s that.”
Your eyes drift back over to him in the kitchen again and you kind of wish you hadn’t looked back. You catch him as something falls off a spoon he’s using to taste test and onto his skin. And, without seeming to think about it, he sucks it off his hand. Then, licks along his finger for good measure. It makes your heart stutter a little in a way that’s completely foreign to you. Why are you so entirely transfixed by someone who’s supposed to be your best friend and fake boyfriend doing that?
“Hey, you good?” Seungkwan asks, snapping in front of your eyes.
You shake your head to clear it before turning back to him. “Yeah, sorry, zoned out for a second.”
“Uh huh,” he says skeptically, but you catch his eyes darting over to Mingyu.
“Don’t,” you warn him, causing him to throw his hands up in defense.
“I won’t,” he says. “But, if you decide you want to talk about it…”
“Talk about what?” Mingyu asks. You hadn’t even seen him leave the kitchen.
“The issue she’s having with Mimi,” Seungkwan lies quickly.
Mingyu rolls his eyes. “She won’t leave me alone.”
“And that seems to be driving both of you crazy,” Seungkwan observes.
“Well, yeah, our bestie is just being a good friend and she knows I’m uncomfortable,” Mingyu says before you can answer. Is that all it is? For the first time, you’re not sure.
“I’m not sure how I feel about sharing a best friend,” Seungkwan says with feigned distaste.
Mingyu tries to give The Look again, but fails even worse than with you. Nobody can outdo Seungkwan and so he gives up. “Food is ready.”
“Oh good, I’m starving,” Vernon interrupts.
The rest of brunch goes by without Seungkwan making any other comments. To you, at least. You don’t see him sit down next to Mingyu after the food is done like it’s casual and unplanned. Nothing that man ever does is either of those things, though. What you do notice is how easily he fits into this group of friends. Sure, he knows Seungkwan pretty well and he’s met nearly everyone there. But, he doesn’t get to spend much time around them. Not really, in the grand scheme of things. It isn’t really surprising, if you think about it, because they’re all close friends of yours and he tends to think you have good taste where friends are concerned.
It is a little weird, you think as Mingyu sits on the other side of the room, that he seems to be a little glued to his phone now that things are getting closer to wrapping up. He checks it mid conversation and furrows his brow at whatever he sees. Both seem unusual. Mingyu is always one of those people that gives his full attention to a conversation. Unless it’s an emergency, he likes to be present in a moment. It’s one of your favorite things about him. It’s also unlike him to be so upset by something on his phone. You can’t think of any person that would be creating that reaction from him. Or anyone that he wouldn’t just ignore until later. You try to put it out of your mind as best you can. If it’s something serious, he’ll talk to you about it. At least, you hope.
Any other time, you would be thrilled to have your favorite cousin staying at your parents’ house for the holidays. She’s always been your confidant and one of your safe spaces. Now? You can’t stand it. You really wish she would be literally anywhere else. Just the sight of her is getting to be enough to set you off. It seems like she’s really taking it to heart that Mingyu is single. You’re not sure what her game is and you hate it.
Of course, she manages to corner you the second you’re back to your parents’ house. You’re not exactly paying all that much attention, though. The end of brunch with your friends had been a little weird, even if nobody else noticed it. Mingyu accepted all the praise for the things he made, but was distracted by his phone. Someone, you’re not really sure who, kept sending him messages. Whatever it was didn’t seem to be making him happy. Not that you really have any right to ask him who’s blowing up his phone. It’s just a little weird. Usually he’s so present in events like brunch. It’s odd to see him constantly checking his phone. Odder still that he had headed off to the bedroom as soon as you got back. You’re a little buzzed from the mimosas. Mingyu, on the other hand, is very sober.
“There you are,” Mimi says, appearing as if out of thin air. It makes you jump back, hand on your heart.
“Jesus,” you gasp out.
“No, Mimi,” she jokes. Any other time, it would make you laugh. You’re not so entertained with her now.
“What are you sneaking up on me for?” you ask instead.
She rolls her eyes and looks around. “I’m not sneaking up on you. I was just trying to catch you away from the others.”
“Why?”
“Why do you have that fake boyfriend of yours on such a tight leash?”
Out of habit, you look around to make sure nobody is listening. Everyone seems too busy, though. “I don’t have Mingyu on a leash.”
“Then explain why he’s basically refusing to answer any of my texts,” she says, arms crossed.
“I don’t know why…wait a minute. Was it you texting him while we were at brunch?” you ask.
This, somehow, seems to satisfy her. “Oh, so he’s not telling you who’s texting him.”
“I didn’t ask, honestly.”
“Well, I don’t see why he’d be ignoring - “
Your brain catches up then. “Hang on. How the fuck did you get his number?”
Mimi rolls her eyes again with a huff. “Please. You’ve had the same passcode on your phone for ages. I just grabbed it when you left your phone out.”
“That’s so fucked, Mimi. You can’t just go through my phone or take his number,” you say.
“You’re no fun anymore,” she says with a whine.
You’re not interested in hearing anything else she has to say because you just want to talk to Mingyu. This is getting insane that she’s going to this amount of trouble just to try to get to him. Yet, it’s also weird he kept it to himself that she was texting him. The two of you have talked a lot about the shit Mimi pulls in order to get close to him. Why is it different now that she’s texting him while he’s out with your friends? Is he starting to get worn out from dealing with the insanity of your family? Every other time he’s been around, it’s been really chill. This time, not so much.
Up in your room, you don’t initially see Mingyu. You’re not sure what you’re expecting. Maybe him on his phone texting or else complaining to another friend about how this whole trip is going. Or even talking to his sister about getting out to see her instead of staying here. None of that happens, though. Instead, you find him in the bathroom applying a face mask. It’s a little ridiculous and definitely the last thing you expect. But, you also know that it’s a sign he’s carrying some amount of stress.
That’s the thing about being as close to someone as you are to Mingyu. To most people, he’s got this unfailing streak of energy and kindness. He’s the kind of person that lets himself be bullied by all his friends even though he could definitely take them. It’s all part of making sure everyone is enjoying themselves and most things just roll off his broad shoulders. There are hidden depths to him, too. Sometimes he gets a little worn out because he’ll keep things to himself instead of burdening someone else. He takes so much onto his own plate and you wish he wouldn’t. At least, not always. He’ll go until it feels a little unbearable and then finally speak up. He’ll force a smile even when he doesn’t feel like it just to make sure nobody else realizes anything is wrong. In a way, he folds in on himself a little. But, you’ve been friends for years so you know his tells. Know how to spot the signs. It takes you a little longer this time surrounded by family and some friends. This is one of those signs, though. Taking the time to do a face mask, even if it’s in the middle of the day, to just give him an excuse to be quiet.
You’re not usually the one to initiate physical contact with him. Not because you don’t want to, he just never really gives you the chance. He’s like a human koala most of the time. With his back to the door and his eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of the mask, he doesn’t even hear you approach. Your hands wind around his waist, hugging him tightly from the back and your head rests between his shoulder blades. For the briefest moment, he tenses and you worry that he’s using this as a break from you. Then, he realizes it’s just you and his entire body relaxes. He puts his hands over yours and sighs softly. After a moment, it doesn’t seem like it’s enough because he turns in your arms and pulls you tight against his chest, wrapping you so tightly in his own arms that you would complain in any other situation. Not now, though. Not when he’s putting himself through all of this just so you don’t have to have a stressful holiday experience.
When it’s like this, you don’t dream of pulling away from Mingyu. There’s so much that he does for you and it’s so rare that you can do anything for him in return. So, you’ll stay tightly pressed against him as long as he wants. You won’t be the one to break the hug first. If you can take even a little bit of whatever he’s feeling onto your own shoulders, you will. This trip has been so much better than you could have expected in most ways and you’re determined to be more conscious of his needs. Eventually, he does pull away and let you look up into his face. He looks much more at peace than you expect. Maybe your hugs do have healing powers like he always says. Mingyu turns to remove the face mask and wipe his face before turning back to you.
“I’m sorry,” you say softly into the space between you.
“For what?” he asks.
“For the whole drama that is my family,” you start. “Mostly, for Mimi, though.”
“Ah,” he says and his face falls a little.
“Gyu, I would never have put you in this position if I had known she would be like this,” you say earnestly.
“I don’t think anyone could have guessed she’d pull all this,” he says with a humorless laugh.
“You should’ve told me that she was texting you and bugging you like that,” you say without any accusation. You just want to be able to share in his burden.
He only shrugs. “We were with your friends and you looked so happy. I didn’t want to bring it down. How did you even find out she was texting me?”
“She told me,” you say with an eye roll.
“Really?”
“Well, she cornered me and asked why I had you on such a tight leash…”
“Kinky,” he interrupts and it nearly makes you choke.
“And then, when I asked how she even got your number, she told me she’d gone into my phone and taken it,” you say to avoid thinking too deeply about Mingyu and any kinks he might have.
“Bold,” he observes.
“Do you like that?” you ask before you can stop yourself.
The second the question comes out of your mouth, you wish you could take it back. What is going on with your brain today? First you’re losing your train of thought watching Mingyu lick something off his finger. Then, you’re wondering about his kinks. Now, you’re wondering if he likes someone that’s a little bit bold. It’s got to just be the atmosphere that you’re in. Or that you’re pretending to date him. It’s messing with your mind and you’re not responsible for the way you act.
The worst part is that Mingyu’s entire face changes. He gets that knowing look on his face when he meets your eyes. A little cocky. The look that says he knows just how attractive he can be. It’s not usually directed at you and you’re not really sure what to do now that it is.
“Sometimes,” he says. “Not necessarily from someone I’m not actually interested in, though.”
“Good to know.”
Mingyu arches an eyebrow and okay, that’s devastating. Maybe you’re still a little under the influence of the mimosas. There’s no other explanation for the way your knees go a little weak at such a simple movement. “Is it?”
“Huh?” you ask, shaking your head to clear it.
“You said it was good to know and I asked if it was,” he repeats, smirk only deepening.
“Oh, sure,” you say and he seems momentarily surprised. “You know, so I can tell Mimi.”
You’re actually not entirely sure what makes you say it. It’s not like you would ever want him to consider Mimi. It might actually drive you crazy if he went for her. He gets that look on his face that you’re all too familiar with. Affection mixed with exasperation. Nobody seems to get it more than you.
“Too bad for her that I’m very much not interested,” he says.
“Shame. I don’t know how I would get over the loss.”
“Luckily you don’t have to because you’re stuck with me.”
“Until you actually have a crush on someone again.”
Even though you say it, you want to take it back as soon as it comes out of your mouth. Images come rushing into your mind of Mingyu falling in love with someone that actually lasts. Someone that could take your best friend away from you. Which should be what you want, right? You should want him to be happy. And you do. You just can’t really stand the thought of a life where he’s happy without you being right there by his side. This trip makes you think about a lot more than you bargained for.
“I do have a crush,” he says softly.
“Oh, of course,” you say and look away from him. That’s fine. This is all fine.
His finger is under your chin the next second to pull your face back around to his. It’s the look of patience that you also see a lot. Especially when he’s trying to teach you something in the kitchen. Or explain something from work. Or really just talk about anything he’s passionate about.
“The crush is on you, dummy,” he says softly.
“What?” you ask, not sure you heard him correctly.
With a shake of his head, he steps back to lean against the bathroom. “Of all the times I pictured telling you this, I never considered telling you in the bathroom attached to your old bedroom at your parents’ house.”
“We don’t…” you start and he shakes his head again.
“No, this probably fits,” he says with a light laugh. The kind when he’s just a little caught off guard himself. “I thought I wanted to tell you after brunch with your friends and, I don’t know, I could be misreading the whole thing, but I think you’re ready to hear it now too. I like you. I’ve been more than happy just to be your friend because I didn’t want to say something before we were both ready. I’m happy to be here as your friend that’s only pretending to date you because I’d do anything to make life easier for you.”
“Mingyu,” you say, so low it’s barely above a whisper. Like you’re afraid to break the quiet in the limited space between you.
“You don’t have to say…” he starts, only to be interrupted by a loud knock at your bedroom door.
Your senses are entirely overwhelmed and you wonder what he sees as you look up at him, eyes wide in wonder. Before this, you would say that your brain could process too many things all at the same time. That it always had a million things going on. Now, you can’t seem to do any of that. Can’t focus on anything other than your beautiful best friend before you and the fact that apparently he has feelings for you. You see his mouth move, assume it’s to answer the knock, and have to shake yourself back to reality. Need to come out of this day dream so that you can react to whoever is at the door.
“Too bad, lovebirds, you have to come downstairs. Attendance for games and cookie decorating is mandatory on Christmas Eve,” your cousin calls back.
“Mimi, just…” you start to call out to her and Mingyu shakes his head.
“We’ll be right down!” he cuts across you. He waits, seeming like he’s listening for the sound of Mimi walking away from the door. How he can hear anything over the pounding of your heart seems unthinkable. Somehow, he must hear something because he turns back to you with soft eyes and speaks in an even softer voice. “It’s okay, we can talk tonight after dinner or when we come to bed. There’s no pressure for you to even say anything. Our friendship is the most important thing in the world to me.”
With that, he gives you a quick peck on the top of the head. Something that’s immediately gentler than anything you’ve experienced with him during the entire course of your friendship. The smile he gives you as he steps around you to lead the way down to interact with your family has you go weak in the knees. Has he ever smiled at you like that before? Or is it a new smile? Once upon a time, you would have said that you had every facial expression of his memorized from years spent in each other’s company. Years spent sharing private jokes, going on adventures, complaining about work and family and everything in between. But maybe, you think, there are still things that you can learn about Mingyu. Maybe there are still things that you can learn from him as well.
When you don’t immediately follow after him, Mingyu turns around to grab your hand and pull you along with him. There’s something about the way he threads his fingers through yours and squeezes that makes your heart pound again before settling down. His touch is gentle, like it always is, and filled with complete care. You don’t notice the way he glances back at you every few steps. Not with concern, but with curiosity. He would have bet he knew your every facial expression and can’t fully place the way you look now. Somehow, even though he can’t completely tell what you’re thinking, he knows that he made the right decision. Knows it was time to tell you what’s been on his mind. Knows that, no matter what, he’s still going to have his best friend on the other side of this trip.
It’s chaos once you and Mingyu get downstairs, like it always is at your parents’ house on Christmas Eve. Though, this definitely seems a little busier than years past. You’re not sure why that is either, but everyone seems to want to join in on the traditions that your parents cling to. In any case, it’s a good thing for you because it lets you just blend into the group of people without your parents paying entirely too much attention to you. Mingyu uses your hand intertwined with his to pull you into him, the way he has countless other times on this trip, and presses a kiss to your temple. Then, he’s off into the kitchen, throwing a joke at your mom about how he’s here now and she doesn’t need to worry. He looks over his shoulder and winks at you as your mother puts him to work mixing ingredients. You honestly don’t even know how you react in response. It must be okay, though, because he smiles back at you.
You love to decorate the cookies and will happily help make them in other situations, but there are already too many cooks in the kitchen. Instead, you help to set up some of the card tables that your parents keep for times like these. It gives people the chance to figure out what they might want to play and who they want to join them. It really is a nice tradition, no matter how you feel about your parents. And since your mother usually spends more time on baking and decorating the cookies, she doesn’t notice if things get a little too competitive between you and the cousins. Or if your father eggs the rest of you on while he watches. She has her favorite parts and lets everyone else do whatever it is they want to do. As long as everyone takes a break to help with decorating the cookies. Not that it’s ever a concern, that’s most people’s favorite part.
Once the tables are all set up, you settle into a board game with some of your cousins. Usually, you’re one of the more competitive ones. Board games come pretty easily to you and you pick up on the strategy quickly. If your cousins notice that you’re not nearly as invested this time, they let you have it. And they do notice it, pretty quickly, but let you have it. It’s easy to see you’re distracted and to see that you keep glancing into the kitchen at Mingyu. They just let you have it. It’s in their best interest, anyway. It’s nice to get the chance to win without you being fully committed to beating everyone around you.
This kind of setting really gives you a chance to think without shutting yourself away in your bedroom. That’s too obvious. You can’t just say that your best friend confessed feelings for you and now you need to figure out what your own feelings are. Not when he’s pretending to be your boyfriend already. Not when your whole family already thinks you’re lying about having just gotten together with him. And not when your mother would probably kill you if you missed out on traditions that may be older than you are.
All the spiralling in your brain is just cover, you realize, for the bigger picture. Mingyu likes you and he thinks this is the right time to have a conversation about it. He also knows that your friendship is the most important. You agree. He’s one of the most important people in your life, but is he more than that to you too? Is it possible that it’s more than friendship? That’s not something you ever considered. When you and Mingyu met in university it was through someone you were dating at the time. The relationship was, fortunately, very short lived. But the friendship with Mingyu, that was the stuff of stories. That instant connection that survived the breakup. The two of you always joke that your friendship was meant to be and that’s why it lasted when the relationship didn’t. Why others could come and go from your lives but you two are forever. Especially when either of you has dated someone that had an issue with the friendship. It’s insane to think that men and women can’t be friends. A completely archaic way of thinking.
That makes you think about your friendship with Seungkwan, though. Someone in your life who has also always been a constant. Someone who supports all your rights and your wrongs, even if he gives you a hard time too. And that’s when something else clicks. Your past partners haven’t objected to your friendship with Seungkwan nearly as often as your friendship with Mingyu. It’s not that he’s not attractive, because he definitely is. It can’t be that you’re not as close. Seungkwan has been with you through a lot. It could be that there's been more distance between you and him since you moved away, but you’re not sure that’s it either. He’s a constant in your life even from a distance. When you can’t see him, you regularly FaceTime him. So, no, he’s still present even if he’s not in the same city.
And then it hits you. You don’t watch Seungkwan lick something off his finger while he’s cooking. You don’t get jealous of your cousin hitting on him, regardless of what else is going on. You don’t seek out physical affection in the same way. Don’t find yourself looking over at Seungkwan for his reaction to everything going on around you. Don’t want to know his thoughts on something before you make each big decision. Seungkwan is your best friend and he means the world to you, but the thought of him constantly kissing you on the cheek or the temple or forehead or even the back of your hand doesn’t unleash butterflies in your stomach.
Holy shit. You’re in love with Mingyu. Definitely in way over your head with feelings that should have been obvious to you. It’s impossible to pinpoint when it might have happened or how. Maybe there isn’t a specific time. Maybe it’s something that happens slowly over time. You know that when you first became friends it was only that, a friendship. Someone that you could be yourself around and feel at home with in a very foreign environment. Somewhere along the way, it’s morphed into more. He really is the person you want to share all your news with, the person that you look to for support first. It’s so clear to you that your feelings are there now that he’s confessed and gotten you thinking about it. When you meet his eyes across the room, you wonder if he can see the realization on your face.
Now that you realize that you also have feelings for Mingyu, you’re not sure how you missed it before. If you consider the traits you’re looking for in a partner, he ticks off every box. And if you’re being completely honest, he’s been the reason for adding some traits to your list. So, not that you’ll admit this to any of your most recent exes, but maybe they had a point when they questioned your relationship with Mingyu. Not a big point. They still had shitty reasons for disliking Mingyu, but a small point nonetheless.
The rest of the evening seems to go by entirely too slowly, even if you do enjoy yourself. Much to the dismay of your cousins, you’re no longer distracted and you proceed to kick their asses at any game they suggest. You do go a little easier on them than normal, though, and avoid any of the trash talk. Thankfully Seungkwan isn’t there to point out that being in a good mood makes you soft. Even decorating the cookies is more fun than you can remember. You try not to think about whether that’s because Mingyu sits right next to you the whole time, trying to sabotage your cookie designs or make you laugh with his own. Spoiler alert: it absolutely is and you’re already down horrendous. It’s even easier to act like a cute couple in love now than it was before. And you also ignore the realization that it being so easy to pretend to be in a relationship with your best friend should have also been an indicator. Nobody ever said you were the most observant when it came to your own feelings.
Finally, you get a free moment to go upstairs. It’s time to get changed for Christmas Eve dinner and that gives you both the chance to excuse yourselves. The only person who seems to be tracking the movement with some amount of interest is Mimi. You’re too caught up in reaching out for Mingyu’s hand to notice, though. His smile at the action is immediately familiar and new. Familiar because you know his face better than your own and new because you didn’t expect to see him looking at you like that.
“I didn’t expect your mom to have me working so hard in the kitchen helping with the cookie dough,” he says once you close the door.
“Oh, I did,” you say through a snort.
“How was the - “
“You were right.”
You both go to speak at the same time and Mingyu’s mouth closes the second he realizes what you said. Whatever he wants to ask dies on his tongue over three words from your mouth. They might just be the second best three words you could say to him right then.
“About?” he prompts.
“It was the right time to tell me,” you confirm for him. It’s clear that he’s biting his tongue to let you say whatever you need to. Even if he knows by the look on your face. “I like you too.”
“Thank fucking god,” he says with an exhale. “When Seungkwan told me that I should tell you because he caught you watching me, I thought he was being a shit and…”
“Wait, what?” you ask. Fucking Seungkwan. Of course.
“Oh, yeah, at brunch earlier he said that he noticed you watching me while I was cooking and that if I liked you like he thought I did, that I should probably tell you,” he says a little sheepishly.
“You know what? Forget Seungkwan. I need to see something,” you say and close the space between you.
Before Mingyu can ask anything, you’re on your tiptoes, hands cupping his face and lips pressed to his. He wraps his arms around your lower back to pull you tighter against his body without missing a beat. And that really is all you need to know. Everything is in that first real kiss. Any lingering hesitations slip away. You can feel his promises and the answers to the questions you know you’ll have to actually ask in that kiss. For now, it just feels like coming home. Like you found the person that can get through all the bullshit and remind you about what’s actually important in life.
“Wow,” you say when you pull away.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“Is that what I’ve been missing out on?” you wonder.
“Just how long have you liked me?” he says with an all too knowing smirk.
“I only realized today so I’ve got some catch up to do,” you joke.
“We both do, I think,” he says.
Without having to say a word, both of you get ready for Christmas dinner since your mother insists that you get dressed up. Every few seconds one of you seems to catch the other looking. It feels exciting, but you’re also a little shy. There’s a lot to talk about and a lot to navigate. You know you can’t put it aside. It just doesn’t feel as time sensitive now. This is one of the most important people in your life and it’s going to work out. At least, if you can get through the whole drawn out affair that is dinner first.
Which you do. Through all your mother’s courses and all the formality that she insists on following, you have Mingyu by your side. You’re not even distracted by Mimi on the other side of the table. She can’t seem to take her eyes off you while you and Mingyu can’t take your eyes off each other. More than once, you entirely miss a question and Mingyu has to nudge you to prompt you. It’s not your fault, you reason. He’s just so insanely attractive and made all the more so because you know that he’s a genuinely wonderful person.
Every part of you wants to skip the after dinner drinks and go back upstairs with Mingyu, but he quietly insists that you should stay. Even laughs when you turn his signature pout back around on him. If he makes a good point that you have nothing but time, you still want to take advantage of some of that time right now. Instead, you sip on your rumchata and curl into Mingyu on the oversized armchair by the fire. Despite trying to leave a little bit of space, you’re basically sitting on his lap at his own insistence.
Once the first people start to call it a night, you look at Mingyu with nearly pleading eyes. That gets a light laugh out of him as he nods to agree that you can go upstairs to your bedroom. You say your goodnights to everyone in the room, wish people a Happy Christmas Eve, and lead the way back up to your room even though he doesn’t need the directions
It’s nice to have uninterrupted time to figure everything out with Mingyu now that your feelings are out in the open. And once you’re both changed and through your skincare routines, you get into bed just to talk. It’s remarkable how much can fall into place so easily. It’s obvious that he figured out his feelings first. You insist that yours are already just as strong. The two of you depend on each other in everything without realizing it. Turn to each other for support. Share in all the best news. Suffer through any heartbreak together. In the years of friendship, there’s something deeper than either of you ever expected.
Honestly, it’s not even something either of you just held onto or harbored for years. The feelings really came suddenly. Mingyu shares that he wasn’t just waiting around to tell you that he had feelings for you. He also shares, though you already know, that no part of him felt entitled to your returned feelings. Had Seungkwan not said something, he’s not even sure if or when he would have said something. The last thing he would ever want was to make you uncomfortable. As much as he cares about you and wants to explore the relationship, you’re also the best friend he’s ever had. You feel the same. It’s a little scary and exciting at the same time. You trust Mingyu with your heart in a way that you’ve never trusted anyone else.
It’s entirely too late into the night by the time you and Mingyu fall asleep. How the two of you have so much to say at this point in the friendship is something to be studied. But, eventually you drift off, completely intertwined with Mingyu. He’s been a cuddler this whole trip and you’re not sure how he’s gotten himself even more attached to you. Yet, he does. It’s like any space between you would be too much. It’s too much satisfaction to give him that he’s right. He can tell anyway.
When you wake up, it feels too early. A fact only confirmed when you check your phone. None of the little cousins or your cousins with kids are staying at your parents’ house. So, you know that it doesn’t have to be an early start to the morning. You consider if you can drift off back to sleep. In the night, you ended up with Mingyu spooning you. His arm is loosely draped over you and your back is pressed somewhat lightly into his chest. When you go to adjust to think about drifting back off, your ass brushes against his hips, you feel something press into you. That stops you for a moment. Obviously, you and Mingyu talked about sex the night before. About how you wanted to try to take it a little slower since this means so much to both of you. And obviously you know that it’s relatively common for a guy to wake up a little hard. Your brain knows all those things. Knows what you should do. You should just reposition and go back to sleep.
That’s not what you actually do though.
So carefully that it could be an accident, you wiggle against him, a little harder this time. You yawn like you’re actually just adjusting to get comfortable and fall back asleep. He might let you get away with it, too, if you didn’t do it more than once, pressing further back into him each time. You know he’s awake by the sharp intake of breath and then the way he moves his hand to grip your thigh. The way his fingertips dig into your skin there makes you grind back harder without pretending it’s anything else.
Mingyu puts his lips to your ear. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“No,” you whisper.
“I thought we said we were going to take it slow,” he says with incredible difficulty.
“I can move slower,” you answer immediately. It feels gratifying when he snaps his hips into your ass.
“You’re teasing me,” he whines.
“Not if I follow through,” you say. “I want you, Mingyu. I don’t want to wait.”
“Fuck,” he hisses as you continue to grind into him. “I want you to.”
“Then…” you start and immediately cut off as his hand winds back around to your front. He grabs your pussy through your shorts that suddenly feel too flimsy. Runs his long middle finger up your core and you immediately know you started something that he’s going to finish.
But his hand is gone entirely too quickly. Worse still, he pulls back. It’s only long enough for him to turn you towards him and then pull you on top of him. Your brain catches back up once you’re straddle over him and he pulls your face towards him. You kiss him like you haven’t yet. Full of desire and desperation. Nothing like the first few kisses you share. Those kisses were to make sure this was right. This kiss is to ruin him. Maybe to ruin yourself as well. His hands are on your hips, anchoring you to him, not that there’s anywhere else you could possibly be.
It’s never been like this with anyone. Just some heavy kissing and you’re already getting turned on. Already wondering what’s next. What it’s going to feel like. If Mingyu is the type of person that will take his time with you. It’s hard to imagine when he seems just as desperate as you are. At least, he tries to anchor you in a certain position so that you can’t grind too much. Maybe he does want to savor it. You really are down horrendous for this man because you think you could just kiss him like this forever and never quite get enough.
All too soon, Mingyu rolls the pair of you over again. Now he’s hovering over you and nobody has any business being that hot. And then he pulls back, somewhat straddling your legs without putting too much weight on you. In one movement, he pulls his shirt over his head and casts it aside. Okay, now you really think that nobody has any business being that hot. And sure, you’ve seen him shirtless before. This is just different. You don’t even realize as he’s reaching for your shirt until you feel his fingers brush the skin of your stomach. He’s looking for permission, but you’re a little impatient and pull the shirt off yourself. You’re not sure that anyone has ever looked at your body with so much love. Like he’s just as amazed as you are. He peppers your chest and your chest and your stomach with kisses. Showing you just how much he loves every bit of you. It’s the safest feeling in the world and you’re not really sure how you got this lucky.
Mingyu is so gentle when he pulls your shorts off. Trails kisses along your thighs as well and makes you shiver. Chuckles when he pulls his own off and you swallow at the sight of him. He’s a big guy and somehow you’re still not expecting his dick to be big like it is. Haven’t ever really thought about it in all the time you’ve been friends. You expect him to be all confident seeing your reaction. There’s something else there too, though. Like he’s a little nervous about this. You’re not really sure what to say to reassure him, so you just pull him back to you to kiss him again. He adjusts into you almost immediately, half laying on top of you while still making sure that he’s not crushing you.
This time kissing him is very different, though. He moves one hand between your legs. It’s gentle at first. He only runs his finger up your center a few times. Catches each moan with his kisses. Slowly works a finger inside you and pumps at a languid pace. It turns you into a whiny, squirming mess entirely too quickly. Empties any thoughts or worries out of your head. You know you can’t be too loud and you hate it. Nobody should be able to kiss this well while also hitting the perfect spot with each pass of his fingers. He adds a second finger and you’re sure that you’re done for. Sure that nothing else will ever feel as perfect as him again. You reach to stroke him and he pulls back.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, unable to hide the concern in your voice.
“No, nothing,” he assures you quickly. “I just, um, well I really want to fuck you and I’m not sure I could handle it if…”
“Do you have a condom?” you ask, already ready to say it doesn’t matter if you have to.
“I might?” he says more like a question and gets off the bed to cross to his bag with too much speed. In any other situation you might laugh. Now, you just want to feel him. A moment later, after rifling through his bag, he comes back up with one.
He’s moving back to you, unwrapping the condom, and then he looks up at you. There’s a question in his eyes.
“Yes, Mingyu, I want this. And yes, I want it here,” you assure him.
Thankfully, that’s the only confirmation he needs. In the next second, he’s pumping himself a few times and rolling the rubber onto himself. You move to reposition, but he doesn’t let you. He gently presses you back and gets between your legs. Carefully, he lines himself up and presses in.
“Oh fuck,” you hiss out, trying to stay quiet.
“Too much?” he asks and stills.
“No, Gyu, just move, please,” you whine out, pulling him into you.
He does exactly what you ask and snaps his hips so he’s fully buried inside you. It’s a stretch in the best way. Like this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. You can’t help it, you moan out the first time he thrusts and he catches the second moan with another bruising kiss. Probably better to have bruised lips than to have your family hear the screams you let out as he fucks you. Probably better than having them hear his moans as well. They vibrate through his chest and it gives you a sense of pride. Mingyu is a taker in every sense of his life. You know that it must be killing him to keep quiet now.
The two of you fall into a perfect rhythm without even trying. There’s nothing awkward about it being your first time. Knowing each other as well as you do as friends seems to translate here. Or maybe Mingyu just pays much closer attention to you than you realize. You run your nails down his back and his thrusts stutter so you do it again. That seems to get to him. He picks up the paces of his thrusts. Pulls his dick almost all the way out of you before quickly snapping his hips to bury himself in your pussy again. Never in your life has sex as simple as this position felt so good. Never has anyone you’ve dated felt this perfect.
When Mingyu’s thrusts start to stutter, you reach down between your bodies to rub your clit. Seconds later, your pussy clenches around Mingyu and your vision whites out. You can feel Mingyu release and try to pick up the pace to work him through his own orgasm. He half collapses on you, breathing heavy. Both of you have to catch your breath from all the kisses to muffle the noises as well. He tries to roll over so that he’s not on top of you and you cling to him, not ready to lose contact just yet.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures you.
“I know.”
“That was…”
“Better than I was expecting.”
You can feel his eyes on you even without looking and it makes you smile. Can imagine what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth.
“Oh, you didn’t think I’d be any good?”
You laugh at that as you turn to face him. “No, I thought you’d be good. I just didn’t expect our first time where we had to be quiet because we’re in my parents house to be that good.”
He considers your words for a second.
“I guess I can take that,” he concedes.
“Come on. We have to clean up and get downstairs,” you say and he sighs dramatically. But, then he gets up and helps you up with him.
Half an hour later, you’re downstairs at the kitchen table sipping on a peppermint mocha latte and picking out your favorite pastries from the spread your mother has out. Mingyu has his chair pulled close to you and his arm along the back of your chair. Your cousin is sitting on your other side, cheerily humming under her breath. In a strange move, she isn’t even trying to speak to Mingyu. Just as you’re trying to figure out what’s going on with her, she turns to you.
“Have a good morning?” she asks knowingly.
“We’ll talk about it later,” you hiss back, casting your eyes around.
“No need,” she waves off and shoots a smirk at you. “I got exactly what I wanted.”
“I don’t…”
“Seungkwan and I have been talking a lot. Plotting, I guess you could say. Seems like it finally paid off,” she says and your jaw hangs open.
“Are you…did you just…” you stutter out.
“As long as it’s real now,” she says and doesn’t wait for confirmation. Doesn’t need it, when it’s written all over your face. “We can talk about it later but I am sorry.”
“You and fucking Seungkwan,” you grumble.
It is a weight off your chest, though. Mimi has always been your favorite. A safe space in all the insanity of your family. It’s good to know that she’s still that for you. The two of you can argue about her methods, or her alliance with Seungkwan, later. It’s hard to ignore that it did actually help. You’re in this place because some of your favorite people meddled to help you and Mingyu see sense. Maybe you can say all is well that ends well.
In between all the chaos of breakfast and making sure the presents are under the tree, you manage to tell Mingyu about what Mimi had really been up to. He seems relieved. Not even annoyed, just happy that things can settle into whatever the new normal looks like for you and him. You also find time to whisper all the things you want to do to him when there aren’t prying eyes around. It may be cruel, but you delight in the way the blush rises up his cheeks and the way he shifts in his seat. You’re going to have a lot of fun playing with him, you already know. He’s so easy to rile up. Now you have brand new material to use on him.
Your mother works to corral everyone into the living room where the Christmas tree is so that people can start opening presents. You always hold back and watch at first. Don’t even make an effort to find anything that might be for you. It’s more fun to see people’s reactions. Does your mother like what your father picked out? Are your cousins humoring their parents? Did someone manage to get something that’s genuinely a surprise? There’s never a dull moment. In fact, you’re so lost in thought watching that you don't notice wasn’t beside you until he plops back down and nudges you. Hands a small, beautifully wrapped box over to you.
“Go on, open it,” he urges you softly. It’s clear he’s trying not to draw too much attention.
Exchanging gifts with Mingyu isn’t new. It’s something you do every year. This is unexpected though. Usually you exchange gifts away from other people because they can be a little silly. Nothing about this feels silly, though. With a final questioning glance at him, you pull the ribbon off and carefully ripping the paper. It’s immediately clear that it’s a jewelry box. That makes your heart hammer. You can’t even look over at him. Surely this is something he had already. It’s not like there’s been any time to go out and get something in the midst of all your confessions.
There’s a necklace inside the box. Something that looks old, important. The kind of thing you can tell has been well worn and loved without looking cheap. There’s a pendant hanging from the chain with your favorite stone in a setting that you instantly love. It’s the most perfect gift that anyone has ever given you and it makes you a little emotional. You turn to Mingyu, tears welling in your eyes, and want to have the moment just for the two of you. Unfortunately, your mother and several other family members watch your reaction.
“It’s beautiful,” you say softly.
“Do you like it?” he asks, still unsure.
“I love it,” you say earnestly.
“It was my grandmother’s that she got from her grandmother before her. She told me to hold onto it and that I would just know when I should give it to someone,” he says and that does you in. Any last resolve disappears.
The only response you can think of is to just kiss him. A real kiss pressed to his lips full of all the words you can’t say about how much a present like this means to you. How sure you are that you two are making the right decision. It’s so meaningful.
“I love you,” he says quietly, trying to keep it just for the two of you. Which doesn’t happen. Not that it matters. Your parents have heard you saying you loved each other this whole trip. It means something different now, though.
“I love you, too,” you say back. “So much.”
“It’s a beautiful necklace,” your mother offers as Mingyu helps you to put it on.
“I thought it would look good on her,” he adds to your mother.
“Almost as good as a ring,” your mother says. It’s the least subtle comment in the entire world.
Mingyu doesn’t miss a beat. Just smiles and nods a little. “Well, maybe you’ll have to invite me back next year and see what the gift is.”
“You have a deal.”
For the first time, you’re not upset with your mother for bringing up marriage and the idea of settling down. You’re just basking in the affection coming from Mingyu and appreciating your new necklace. Soon, you’ll have to leave this little bubble. Trade the idyllic snow covered scenery where everything moves a little slower for your life back in the city. But, you’ll be taking a different relationship with Mingyu back. You think that maybe he’ll be the key to you finally figuring out how to balance it all. Maybe he’s been the answer all along.
“You didn’t reply for a week… and I still looked for you first when you came back.”
Mingyu x Reader • office AU • slow burn • coworkers to lovers •
~5k words
genre: office romance, mutual pining, awkward mingyu, yearning, tension, food dates, emotional constipation, soft but sexy, vacation tan mingyu, glasses mingyu, making out in the files room, “I know you”, quiet jealousy, heatwave summer energy
warnings: kissing, suggestive ending, HR would probably disapprove
taking requests ♡
song rec: “Heat Waves” — Glass Animals
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The office always smelled like burnt coffee and printer paper by 9 a.m.
You and Mingyu had complained about it together for almost a year now.
It started small. Tiny conversations while waiting for the elevator. Complaining about deadlines, complaining about coworkers who used Comic Sans in presentations like they were made by a 5 year old. Then one day he noticed your lunch.
“Is that homemade tteokbokki?”
And that was basically the beginning of everything.
After that, lunch became a routine without either of you actually discussing it. Mingyu would appear beside your desk around noon, one hand in his pocket, asking if you wanted to try some new place nearby. Sometimes you brought food from home and shared it across your desks while pretending to work. Sometimes he’d send you pictures at midnight of ramen he made with captions like:
“This changed my life” or “I think I just invented something illegal.”
You liked him quietly but not in a dramatic way. Not in a staring at the moon and yearning kind of way.
Just… in the way your day felt easier when he was around.
In the way you always looked for him first when you walked into the office.
And maybe that was why the distance hurt more than it should’ve.
Because it happened suddenly.
One week, you were sitting shoulder to shoulder in a meeting, whispering complaints to each other while pretending to take notes.
The next morning, Mingyu was avoiding you.
At first you thought he was stressed, then you thought maybe he was sick, or that maybe you’d done something wrong.
But no matter how many times you replayed every interaction in your head, you couldn’t find it.
Still, things had changed.
When the company announced a huge new project, everyone immediately assumed you and Mingyu would work together. You always did. Your teamwork was almost annoying to other people.
Except somehow, he withdrew himself from it.
“I think someone else would fit better,” Mingyu had told your boss.
And that one stung.
After that, everything slowed down.
Your last message to him was left unanswered for a week.
It was literally just a dumb reel of a cat falling off a kitchen counter followed by:
“This is you trying to cook lol ”
Nothing.
And somehow that made it worse.
Because it wasn’t important, which meant ignoring you was easy.
Then Mingyu took a week off to LA.
While everyone else carried on with meetings and spreadsheets and emails, you spent every morning staring at his empty desk.
Wondering stupid things.
What’s he doing right now? Is he at the beach?
By monday morning, you were already irritated before the day even started and missing your usual bus only made it worse.
You practically dragged yourself into the office ten minutes late, muttering under your breath as you scanned your badge at the entrance.
Then you saw him and somehow you forgot how to breathe correctly. Mingyu was sitting at his desk like he’d never left. Except somehow he looked different.
His skin was golden from the California sun. His black button-up strained slightly against his broad shoulders that you definitely did not remember being that broad before.
What the hell did he do on vacation?
Bench press cars?
His sleeves were rolled up casually, exposing toned forearms while he typed something on his computer.
You hated how attractive he looked under the office lighting.
It wasn’t fair.
Before you could stop yourself, you smiled.
Mingyu didn’t notice.
Or pretended not to.
You sat down at your desk slowly, pretending to organize papers while glancing at him every five seconds.
Say something.
Anything.
Your brain, however, decided to completely malfunction. Since annoyed at yourself, you grabbed a pen and tossed it at him.
It bounced off his shoulder.
Mingyu looked up instantly but he barely reacted. It almost like he was used to it. (Which he was)
His eyes met yours for the first time in over a week.
Gosh.
You forgot how pretty his eyes were.
“So…” you said trying to casually lean back in your chair. “How was LA?”
“Nice, I guess.”
He smiled lightly.
JUST lightly.
Guess his tongue took a vacation too.
“Um… so I heard we’re not working on the new project together.” You clicked your pen nervously. “What a bummer.”
“Yeah,” he replied quietly. “But I’m sure you’ll handle it perfectly.”
Then he looked at you properly.
“I know you.”
Your stomach flipped so violently it was embarrassing.
You looked away immediately.
“Right,” you mumbled. “Well. Obviously.”
Very smooth.
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The rest of the day felt strange.
Mingyu wasn’t exactly that distant. He still helped you when your printer jammed, still held the elevator for you. And still brought you a coffee without asking because he “accidentally ordered two.”
But something was definitely off.
Like he was carefully keeping distance between you.
And the worst part was that you couldn’t stop noticing every single move, every little thing.
Like the way he pushed his glasses up while concentrating. The way he stretched his long legs under his desk. The way his voice sounded rougher after returning from vacation.
It drove you insane.
—
Tuesday was worse.
Because now you were annoyed.
And hurt.
And confused at the same time.
You found yourself watching him throughout meetings, trying to understand what had changed.
Every time your eyes met, Mingyu looked away first.
Which was new, he used to hold your gaze like it was nothing.
At lunch, he didn’t even ask if you wanted to come with him.
You watched him leave alone and that genuinely pissed you off.
By thursday, you snapped.
Not dramatically, but just enough to try to talk to him.
Your manager asked both of you to retrieve old project files from storage downstairs.
“Of course it’s us”, you thought to yourself.
The file room was cold and dimly lit, stacked with cabinets and boxes.
You found Mingyu crouched near the bottom drawer searching through folders.
He looked up when you walked in.
“Hey.”
You closed the door behind you harder than necessary but it kind of made you feel good.
“We need to talk.”
He immediately froze. His expression shifted into something nervous.
Almost scared.
And suddenly your anger softened a little because… Mingyu looked genuinely stressed.
You crossed your arms.
-“What’s going on with you?”
-“What?”
-“Don’t do that.”
-“Do what?”
-“This weird avoiding me thing.”
-“I’m not avoiding you.”
-“Mingyu.”
He sighed quietly, so you stepped closer.
-“You stopped texting me back.”
-“It was just a reel—”
“Exactly!” you interrupted. “It was a stupid cat video. So why are you acting like I committed a crime?”
Mingyu stared at the floor.
Silent.
Your frustration melted into concern.
“Mingyu…”
His ears turned red. Then he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I just…” He exhaled sharply. “I needed space.”
“Why?”
Another silence
Then finally: “Because I had a dream about you.”
You blinked.
“…What?”
His face became even redder.
“Right before I left for LA.”
You stared at him.
Of every possible explanation you imagined over the past two weeks, that was nowhere near the list.
Mingyu laughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed.
“It sounds stupid now.”
“No,” you said immediately.
He looked away.
“It wasn’t even that crazy,” he muttered. “Just… romantic, I guess.”
Your heart pounded.
“And then I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
“I tried,” he continued with a helpless laugh. “I went to the gym like every day, went to the beach, went out with friends. But every time something happened, I kept thinking about you.”
He finally looked at you again.
“And when I came back, seeing you again just made it worse.”
The room suddenly felt very small.
Very warm.
Mingyu adjusted his glasses nervously.
“I know it’s weird.”
You stared at him for a long moment.
This entire time you thought maybe he hated you.
You stepped forward and saw Mingyu’s eyes widen slightly.
“You’re so dumb sometimes,” you whispered.
Then you kissed him.
He made the softest surprised sound against your mouth before kissing you back instantly.
Like he’d been holding himself back for weeks.
Maybe he had.
Your hands slid into his hair while his gripped your waist hard enough to pull you flush against him.
Gosh.
You’d imagined kissing him before, but nothing prepared you for this.
For how warm he was, how desperately he kissed you after pretending not to want to.
His glasses bumped your cheek awkwardly and you laughed softly into the kiss before pulling them off carefully.
Mingyu looked devastating without them.
Breathless.
His forehead rested against yours for a second while both of you caught your breath.
Then his eyes slowly dragged downward.
You had worn a fitted top today, because it made you feel good.
His hands tightened slightly at your waist.
“That shirt’s doing you no favors,” he murmured.
Your stomach flipped.
Then he looked directly into your eyes.
“Take it off.”
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FIRST TIME writing a mingyu ff, kinda proud of this one. I loved the tension and the ending (obviously).
“i'm not going to get sick, you silly. Just let me hold you.”
Dino (Chan) x Reader • Fluff / Comfort • ~1k words
genre: sick fic, domestic, soft boyfriend!chan, caretaking, clingy chan, comfort, “i’m not going to get sick, just let me hold you”, warmth, quiet love
warnings: none
taking requests ♡
song rec: “Only” – Lee Hi
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The music cuts off, but Chan barely registers it at first. His body is still moving as muscle memory carries him through the last counts of the choreography.
The practice room is warm and heavy with the kind of heat that clings to your skin after hours of repetition. Chan’s shirt sticks slightly to his back as he exhales, running a hand through his damp hair. It’s late, later than he thought, and for a moment he just stands there, catching his breath, trying to push past the exhaustion settling into his limbs.
Hoshi is saying something, probably about running it again, and normally Chan would already be nodding and resetting into position without thinking.
But tonight, something feels off.
He reaches for his water bottle, taking a long sip, when the door opens and Jun steps in, holding something out.
“Chan, your phone kept ringing in your bag.”
There’s nothing unusual about that. Not really. But something in the way Jun says it makes Chan’s chest tighten slightly before he even takes the phone.
Then he sees it.
Missed calls.
From you.
More than one.
And a message.
“I’m sick… left work early.”
His grip tightens around the phone as something sharp and immediate settles in his chest, cutting straight through the fatigue.
You’re sick and you called him.
More than once.
“Hyung, I—” he starts, already grabbing his hoodie without finishing the sentence. “I have to go.”
He doesn’t wait for a response. Doesn’t think about practice, or timing, or anything else. He’s out the door before it can matter, the only thing left in his mind the image of you alone, not feeling well, and the way you always try to downplay it when it’s bad.
The walk feels too long. The elevator too slow, he checks his phone again like something might have changed in the last minute.
It hasn’t.
By the time he reaches your place, he’s already pushing the door open, breath slightly uneven.
And then he sees you.
Curled up in bed, smaller than usual somehow, surrounded by the quiet mess of a day spent feeling awful. Tissues, a mug, the blanket pulled tight around you.
He stops in the doorway, hands settling on his hips more out of habit than anything else, tilting his head as he looks at you, letting a faint frown settle on his face like he’s annoyed.
He’s not.
Not really, but you should’ve told him sooner.
You smile anyway.
And he melts instantly.
The frown disappears before he can hold onto it, his expression softening as he walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed like there’s nowhere else he could be. His hand finds yours naturally, fingers curling around it as his thumb brushes lightly over your skin.
“Baby, how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, his voice gentler now, all the edge gone. “I knew it was a bad idea to go to work this morning.”
You let out a weak laugh, your voice rough around the edges. “You only said that because you wanted to stay in bed cuddling.”
A small chuckle escapes him. “Maybe,” he admits, not even trying to argue, because it’s not entirely untrue.
He reaches down beside him then, grabbing the white plastic bag he brought and placing it carefully in your lap. He didn’t think much while picking things up, just whatever might help, whatever you might need.
“Here.”
“Thank you, baby… you’re the best.”
He leans in to kiss you without thinking, drawn in by habit, by the simple need to take care of you—but you stop him, your fingers catching lightly on his collar before he can press the kiss onto your lips.
“I don’t want you to get sick too.”
He pauses, just for a second because he understands.
But it doesn’t change anything.
His gaze lingers on your face.
“I’m not going to get sick, you silly,” he says softly, like it’s already decided. Like there’s no point arguing it.
And before you can say anything-
“Just let me hold you.”
He shifts onto the bed beside you, pulling the blanket over himself as his arm wraps around your shoulders and the other settling at your waist.
You give in almost immediately. You always do.
Your head rests against his chest, your body relaxing into his like it belongs there, and he adjusts slightly to make you more comfortable.
“…you’re warm,” you mumble.
He lets out a quiet breath of a laugh, the sound low and steady against you.
“Good,” he murmurs, tightening his hold just slightly. “That’s the point.”
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helloooo, i came back from a long pause lol (struggled to find inspiration and time). Anyways I love Dino so much that I want to write something about him. I really like the fact that he is the responsible one but still a bit childish :3
Jisung didn't know how long it had been. He was sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed Minho lay in — still unconcious.
The paramedics had barged in Minho's room 7 minutes after Jisung had called. He had watched in horror as they tried to find a pulse before they took him in the ambulance and raced to the hospital.
Minho's mother had kept screaming for them to save his boy, clutching onto Jisung for support. When they finally reached the hospital, they had lied that Jisung was Minho's brother so he could go see him.
Jisung wasn't completely sure, but maybe Mrs. Lee had slightly warmed up to him.
He shifted in his seat. His back was aching from sitting in the same position for so long.
When the doctors had finally came to talk to him and Mrs. Lee, Jisung had been so out of it he couldn't even remember all the pills that the doctor listed Minho had taken. Imipramine, amitriptyline, valium... It was all meaningless. All he could remember was that the doctor had told them that his state was critical.
The sound of the door opening startled Jisung out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Minho's mother holding two cups of coffee. up to that moment Jisung had held Minho's hand, but now he quickly snatched it back to his own lap.
Mrs. Lee seemed to notice that and looked at Jisung with an uneasy look. She walked towards the stool beside Jisung, handing him the other mug.
"You look exhausted," She said flatly.
Jisung took the mug quietly, her actions surprising him. All this time at the hospital he had feared for the moment when Mrs. Lee would come to her senses and scream for him to leave his son alone, but instead she had given him the silent treatment, mostly ignoring his presence.
Mrs. Lee sat beside Jisung, staring at his coffee mug. The only thing that could be heard was the slow beeping of the monitors and machines attached to Minho.
"Look," Mrs. Lee started, "When I met Minho's father..." She sighed and smiled slightly. "I was head over heels for him."
Jisung stared at her, confusion written in his eyes.
"There was nothing that I wouldn't have done for him back then." She continued, now staring at her son with tears pricking at her eyes. "What I mean to say is... I- I see that same passion in you..."
Jisung almost fell backwards. What?
"And- and I know that I have been thinking about everything the wrong way, I realize it now," A tear slipped down her cheek.
"I went too far. I- Because of me- my son- Minho went so far to- to do this- and it's all my fault."
Jisung watched in silence as she tried to speak through sobs, unsure of what to do. He hesitantly raised his hand to her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"I- It's going to be okay."
Mrs. Lee kept sobbing softly, and Jisung watched Minho's expressionless face. He must've felt so trapped.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he fell deep in his thoughts. What would happen after this? Would they continue whatever they had? Would Minho's mother still keep Minho from seeing Jisung? What about his own parents, he hadn't seen them in months.
As Jisung looked at Minho's pale face the memories started flooding his thoughts. The way Minho had been hesitant, scared and confused but over time warmed up to the thought of a relationship with a man. The way he held his hand and the warmth of his skin had spread to Jisung's heart.
The breakfast Minho had made for him.
It was the first sign of the future they could have had together. Jisung working from home, Minho leaving early in the morning but never forgetting to cook for his lover. And once he would come back home he would be greeted by a loving hug.
But the reality had hit them before any of that could become real. Jisung shivered as he remembered the way Minho's mother had dragged him out of the house.
They were both startled out of their thoughts by a gasp that came from Minho’s hospital bed. Minho’s mother shot up and yelled for a nurse. Jisung stood up and grabbed the older’s hand firmly, heart beating faster than ever.
Minho’s eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly. Jisung choked on a sob as Minho’s eyes opened slightly. He coughed, eyes widening as his gaze darted around the room.
”Wh- where- what- Jisung?”
His voice croacked as his gaze fixated on Jisung. Mrs. Lee watched from the side, refraining herself from jumping to Minho and embracing him. She owed the boys that much.
Jisung laughed through his tears. ”Hi, Minho” He whispered. Minho looked uneasy. ”How are- what- my mom…”
Jisung shook his head slightly. ”It’s okay. Everything’s okay now.”
Jisung felt Minho tighten his grip on Jisung’s hand right before a nurse came into the room, hushing Jisung further from Minho.
He is alive.
That was all Jisung could think of as he backed away to stand beside Mrs. Lee, letting the nurses check Minho.
Minho is alive.
From somewhere with a radio, flooded Jisung’s ears faintly;
Hi. I'm having such a hard time finding motivation to write rn, so I'm sorry about slow updates, short chapters and bad writing ;(
I haven't planned any further, so I might need to come up with the rest of this fic before actually writing the next chapters. Any wishes? :3 (srsly give me wishes i need help)
genre: fluff, domestic, gentle & soft boyfriend!jun, caretaking, comfort, food as love
warnings: none
made under request♡
Song rec : Lily of the Valley – DANIEL
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You don’t remember falling asleep.
Just the feeling of your body finally giving up after you got home: too late and too tired. Your head buzzing from a day that asked for more energy than you actually had. You’d dropped your bag by the door, showered, and crawled into bed without a word. You didn’t even look at him.
Jun noticed anyway.
You wake up to light first. Bright yet warm morning light shining through the curtains and straight into your eyes. You groan, roll over, and instinctively reach for your phone.
10:07 a.m.
Your stomach drops.
“Oh gosh-” You sit up too fast, heart racing, already mentally preparing apologies and excuses to your boss.
And then you see it.
On the floor, carefully placed beside the bed, is a wooden board. Not a tray because he knows you knock those over half-asleep.
It’s just a wooden board with breakfast.
Your favorite kind of eggs, cooked exactly the way you like them. Toast cut in triangles, because you once said it tasted better that way. Fruit already peeled and sliced so you wouldn’t have to do anything except eat.
Your mug is still warm, as steam is curling up slowly.
There’s a note tucked under the edge of the board.
Jun’s handwriting is neat but a little stiff, like he thought too hard about it.
Good morning,
You didn’t come home okay last night.
So I called your boss. I said you were sick, please rest today.
Don’t worry about work, don’t worry about anything.
I ate already and left for practice. I’ll be back in a few hours.
Eat well :)
You stare at the note for too long.
Your chest tightens in that quiet and aching way that comes when someone takes care of you before you even realize you need it.
You didn’t ask.
He didn’t wake you.
And he just… did it.
You sit on the edge of the bed and eat slowly. You take your time, like there’s no rush for once.
Everything tastes right. Not just good but right. Like he paid attention. He always does.
You spend the day exactly the way your body wants.
You stay in pajamas until the afternoon. You read a few chapters of a book you’ve been dragging around for weeks. You nap without guilt. You don’t check your emails even once.
Somewhere between pages and silence, you think:
He always knows before I do.
The front door clicks open in the late afternoon.
You hear the familiar sounds of the keys in the bowl, the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor. He kicks off his shoes and doesn’t even bother straightening them.
His footsteps head straight for you.
“Hey,” Jun says softly, appearing in the doorway. His hair is still slightly damp, sleeves pushed up and eyes tired but gentle.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
The way he says it carefully… like he’s afraid of startling you, does something to your chest.
“Better,” you say and you really mean it.
“A lot better.”
He exhales, shoulders dropping just a little, like he’s been holding that all day. He crosses the room and pulls you into him without hesitation.
His arms are warm and safe.
“I’m so lucky,” you murmur into his shoulder. “Thank you, really.”
He tightens his hold for half a second, his chin resting against your hair. Then he leans down, mouth close to your ear.
“Did you notice,” he says quietly, almost shy, “the special ingredient I added this morning?”
You smile, pulling back just enough to look at his mouth. “I did. It was really good.”
His lips curve. It’s not a big smile. Just that small and satisfied smile he gets when he’s content and proud of himself.
“I wasn’t sure you’d like it,” he admits.
You think of what you know about him. The trainee days. Mornings when words failed him, when Korean didn’t come easily, when the only way he knew how to care was with his hands, with food and effort.
You hug him again, tighter this time.
“I loved it,” you say.
“I love you,” he answers.
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JUNNIEEEEE T-T
honestly I had the idea when i saw a Tiktok about the trainee days when Jun used to make breakfast for the members. After someone requested sweet and gentle relationship with Jun i was like BAM this is it. Cause our Jun doesn’t say much but shows a lot!
The TV show hums quietly in the background, scenes changing without you really following along anymore.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, tucked into the corner, Seungcheol beside you like he always is familiar and safe.
Too familiar.
So familiar that you sometimes forget that he can still be shaken by the things you say.
On screen, the camera lingers on the male lead’s face. Sharp features and effortless charm. The kind of man made to be admired.
You don’t mean anything by it when you speak.
“Wow,” you say softly. “He’s really handsome. Like… he really has everything going for him.”
The words come easily out your mouth. Thoughtless and harmless.
But the air suddenly shifts.
You don’t look at Seungcheol right away. You don’t need to, to feel it.
To feel the subtle change in his presence, the way his body stiffens discreetly beside you. When you finally glance over, from the corner of your eye, you see his fingers fidgeting.
You see his jaw tightening , relaxing and tightening again. It’s subtle but it’s there.
He doesn’t say anything.
Did that bother him?
The thought settles in your chest, warm and guilty all at once. You didn’t mean to poke at anything. You weren’t trying to tease him. You were just… talking.
Seconds pass.
“I’ve seen him before,” Seungcheol says eventually. His tone is even, like it doesn’t even matter. “We worked together once. On a project.
“Oh,” you reply. “I bet he’s nice.”
“Yeah,” he says. A pause. “I guess.”
You finally turn your head properly this time. He’s still watching the screen, eyes forward, shoulders relaxed in a way that feels forced. Like he’s performing being calm instead of actually feeling it.
Something about that makes your lips curve upward.
Then he says it quietly, almost like he doesn’t want the room to hear him.
“You like me more, though. Right?”
Your chest tightens, surprised by his question.
He still doesn’t look at you. His eyes stay locked on the TV, pretending this is casual, that this isn’t important. But you know him too well.
You know the way he asks questions when he already knows the answer just because he needs to hear it.
You feel a little thrill when you realise it.
Instead of answering right away, you look back at the screen. Then keeping your voice light, you say:
“Yeah. Sure.”
The silence that follows is heavier than before.
You feel his gaze on you immediately sharp now. When you turn, his brows are drawn together, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Yeah… sure?” he repeats. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You hold his gaze, amused and aware of how easily you could fix this. You love how much your teasing is working on him.
“I mean,” you say slowly, “yes.”
He searches your face like he’s trying to read between your words, like he’s listening for something you’re not saying.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
This time, he finally looks at you fully.
And you see it.
Not anger. Not annoyance.
Just the need for you to say it. Say that he’s all you’ve ever wanted.
“Tell me,” he says.
His voice is lower and steadier but somehow still soft. Almost like he’s begging you.
“Tell me I’m the one.”
Your breath catches.
“Tell me I’m the one you want.”
You don’t answer immediately. You just smile at him, slow and knowing, because of course you know why this matters. Of course you see the way the admiration from the world will never replace the impact your words have on him.
He shifts closer before you even realize he’s moving, lifting his arm and placing it behind you along the back of the couch.
His body leans in, close enough that you feel his warmth, his presence pressing into your space.
Your heart beats louder.
Your face feels warm and probably red. Right now, you’re grateful for the darkness.
“Say it,” he murmurs.
You turn towards him fully now, eyes meeting his.
“You’re the only one I want.”
The change in him is instant. His shoulders loosen, a breath leaving him like he’s been holding it for far too long.
He just smiles.
“…Say it again.”
You don’t hesitate this time.
“You’re the only one I want, Seungcheol.”
His thumb slides under your chin, gentle, lifting your face until there’s no space to look anywhere else but at him.
His gaze is intense now, dark and warm, like he never really doubted, he just needed the confirmation.
Me too, his eyes say. Me too.
Then he kisses you slowly, like there’s nowhere else he wants to be.
The TV keeps playing but you don’t care anymore.
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I saw you guys liked the last scoups post so here it goessss <3
The floor is cold beneath you, but neither of you seems to notice.
Sheets of colored paper are everywhere, along with pens, glitter glue, ribbons, and a big amount of stickers. You sit cross-legged on the rug, carefully folding the edges of a holiday card while Seungcheol leans back against the couch beside you, completely absorbed in his own card.
He’s quiet. Focused.
His eyebrows are drawn together, lips pushed into that small pout he always gets when he concentrates too hard. Once in a while, he erases a word and rewrites it, muttering under his breath about his spelling. You glance at him when you think he won’t notice, smiling to yourself.
His cards aren’t bad.
They’re just… very Seungcheol.
A little uneven, a little messy but full of effort.
Compared to yours (neatly written and thoughtfully decorated) they could probably be better. You don’t say anything and you never would. You love watching him like this too much.
You finish another card, pressing down a snowflake sticker before adding it to the small pile beside you. You count six cards so far.
That’s when he suddenly straightens up.
“TA DAMMMM.”
He turns towards you, holding up his second card proudly. You look at it, and your smile comes easily.
« Happy Holidays » is written in english and korean. There’s some drawings in the corners: tiny trees, a snowman that leans slightly to one side, a doodle that might be a reindeer if you look from afar. It’s imperfect, yes, but it’s his.
You laugh softly.
“I love it.”
Seungcheol watches your expression for a moment… then his gaze drifts to your stack of finished cards.
He sighs, long and dramatic.
“…Mine looks really bad compared to yours,” he says, a bit disappointed. He glances at you from the corner of his eye. “As your partner, you’re supposed to be honest with me. I feel very lied to.”
You shake your head, still smiling.
“I am being honest. I really love it.”
He narrows his eyes, then points accusingly at your cards.
“You even used special stickers. That’s cheating. I only had my hands and my raw creativity.”
He sulks, arms crossed.
You slide closer and hold out your sticker sheet.
“Here. You can use some.”
He hesitates before carefully placing one sticker on his card… then another. He leans back to inspect it, lips pushed out.
“…It doesn’t look any better,” he mutters.
You don’t reply.
Instead, you move closer and gently cup his face while he’s still staring at the card, turning his head towards you. Your thumbs press into his cheeks, puffing them out adorably.
“I love everything you do, silly ” you say softly.
For a moment, he just looks at you, eyes warm, cheeks squished and completely disarmed. It’s hard to believe this is the same man people find intimidating, the one who can be all sharp edges and authority when he needs to be.
You kiss the tip of his nose.
His lips curve into a smile before he pulls you into a hug, arms wrapping around you tightly. He buries his face against your shoulder, holding you there for longer than necessary.
You’d been holding your breath for most of the meeting, so when it finally ends, relief washes over you first.
Then comes the disappointment.
Joshua had cancelled an hour ago-work running late again, apologetic messages filled with heart emojis and I’m so sorry’s. You know it’s not his fault. You really do. His job demands so much of him, and you’ve always admired how dedicated he is.
Still, it happens a lot.
You step out of the building, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, wishing (just a little) that he’d been there waiting for you. That you could’ve complained about the meeting over coffee, laughed it off together. Instead, all you have is a driver he sent to pick you up. It’s his way of trying to make up for it.
The car ride is quiet. You sink into the seat, scrolling mindlessly through your phone as the city blurs past the window. That’s when the rain starts.
Soft at first but then heavier.
You sigh.
You used to hate the rain. It always made everything feel heavier, like the sky would bring out your worst moods. Grey days meant staying inside and feeling grumpy for no real reason.
But then you met Joshua.
Rainy days turned into warm waffles shaped like hearts, board games sprawled across the table, his laughter echoing as you accused him of cheating. They turned into long cuddle sessions under thick blankets, his arms always safe around you.
Sometimes he’d pull you outside anyway, running with you through the rain towards the nearest coffee shop, hair soaked but somehow unstoppable. Other times, you’d sit in the car together, fingers intertwined, watching raindrops race down the window like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
He made rain feel safe and bright. Like something to look forward to.
But today, he isn’t here.
And now, the rain feels lonely again.
About twenty minutes later, the car slows to a stop. You glance up, confused. This definitely isn’t your street. You grab your jacket anyway, leaning forward slightly.
“I think you got the address wrong,” you tell the driver.
Before he can answer, the door opens.
An umbrella appears first: black and steady against the rain. Then you look up.
Joshua.
Elegant as ever, hair slightly damp, eyes soft and apologetic as he smiles at you from under the umbrella. For a moment, you’re too surprised to move. Then you see his expression…that face…and you can’t help it.
You smile.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you today,” he says gently. “I know you hate the rain. And I know you hate when I cancel plans.”
Your chest tightens just a little.
He holds out his hand. You take it without thinking, stepping out of the car as he carefully pulls you under the umbrella, making sure not a single drop touches you.
“That’s why I showed up now,” he continues with eyes sparkling, “under the rain, with new plans.”
His fingers slip between yours, warm and familiar.
He walks you down the street to a small café with soft music playing out onto the sidewalk. It’s the one you talked about a few weeks ago. You’re not even sure when you mentioned it last but of course, he remembered.
He always does.
As you step inside, rain tapping gently against the windows behind you, you realize something.
You tug your scarf higher, the wool brushing your cheeks as you breathe into the winter night. The restaurant door behind you gives a soft ding each time someone enters, but you’re waiting for one person only.
Jun is still inside paying because technically, he lost the bet.
Well, actually he won the bet but somehow he just ended up paying anyway. You don’t even remember how that happened. With Jun, the line between winning and losing gets blurry really fast.
You always joke around together at work and that will always be the best part of your day, even when work is killing you.
The door opens again, and this time it’s him. He steps out with a hint of pride on his face, before almost walking straight into a menu board.
“Ah, I meant to do that,” he mutters, clearing his throat like he didn’t just stumble. “Shall we?”
You can’t help but to let out a grin. “I mean, you paid for dinner, the least you can do is walk me home. I’m expecting top-tier service, by the way.”
He groans dramatically, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. “See? This is why I shouldn’t make bets with you. I get tricked. Tricked and robbed.”
“You offered to pay.”
“That’s not the point,” he protests. “You- you’re too distracting! You talk too fast and then I talk too fast and suddenly I’m paying for your dumplings…”
You laugh, and he tries to glare at you but he’s already smiling, a little crooked and shy.
The two of you walk beneath a starry sky, your footsteps echoing in the silent night. Your hands are buried deep in your pockets. You can feel the cold on your nose, and you’re pretty sure it now looks very red.
Jun has one hand in his pocket too… but the other still hangs by his side as he keeps twitching his fingers.
You don’t think much of it at first. But it keeps happening a little too much for you not to notice. A little curl of his fingers, then straightening, then curl again like he’s fighting an invisible itch.
Finally, you give up.
“Jun?”
“Mhm?”
“…Is something wrong? I mean, with your hand?”
He freezes, his shoes halting on the pavement. You stop too, breath fogging the air between you. He stares at you like you caught him doing something bad.
“My-my hand?” he repeats, as his voice cracks a little.
“Yeah. You’re doing a weird thing with your fingers. Are you cold or something?”
His lips part.
He swallows.
And in the smallest, clumsiest, most Jun-like motion, he lifts the hand slightly and holds it out towards you.
“I, um…”
He looks everywhere except at you.
“Could you… hold my hand?”
The world stops for a second.
Your eyes drop to his hand. Warm, open and wanting.
Your heart does something very weird.
“…Yeah,” you say softly. “I could.”
You slide your fingers into his, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath all night. His hand is warm and a bit sweaty, but it doesn’t bother you. You almost find it cute.
Neither of you speaks as you start walking again, side by side.
But you don’t have to.
Because even in the silence, you can feel it the gentle squeeze, the shy excitement and overall the smile tugging at his lips.
And you’re smiling too.
Warm despite the cold.
All of that because of him.
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ahhhhhh this is so wen junhui of him <3
thank you for reading ♡ hope this warmed your night a little ✦
You’re stretched out on the couch, your head resting comfortably on Jeonghan’s lap. His fingers play lazily with the ends of your hair while the TV flickers softly in the dim room.
A cultural quiz show comes on, it’s one of those programs where people prove they’re geniuses by answering cultural knowledge questions.
You usually skip these kind of things, but tonight you feel like giving it a try.
“Let’s play along,” you say tilting your head just enough to catch his eye.
“Let’s see who wins between me and you.”
Jeonghan gives you that gentle, angelic smile that absolutely that would make you fall for everything he says.
“Okay,” he says innocently.
The first question comes up. Jeonghan answers instantly and surprisingly, he’s right.
Second question: also right.
Third: right again.
Fourth: still right.
You sit up slightly, narrowing your eyes.
“Okay, wait.” You pause the TV almost dramatically. “There is no way you know all of this. Something is definitely weird.”
Jeonghan blinks at you, before opening his mouth as he is trying to say something. Then a smile spreads on his lips, sweet and definitely guilty.
“…I watched this program yesterday,” he finally admits.
Your jaw drops. “That’s cheating! Jeonghan, you literally cheated!”
Jeonghan looks at you almost enjoying your reaction.
You lay back down on his lap but the feeling of betrayal is too strong. You know you can be a little competitive sometimes.
You switch the channel aggressively, crossing your arms in full grumpy mode. He stays silent. You stay silent. No one moves for at least five whole minutes.
Then suddenly, he takes a chunk of your hair and flips it right over your eyes.
You blink behind all of the hair, trying to get it out of your face. “What the-? What was that for? ”
You push your hair away, staring up at him and waiting for an explanation.
But there he is, leaning over you, his face above yours, eyes sparkling like he’s amused. His smile is unfairly pretty, his cheeks soft and he just looks so warm.
“You look really cute when you’re mad,” he says, voice soft but teasing. His comment feels so sincere in that Jeonghan way that makes you melt.
“Well, I wonder why I’m mad…” you mutter, though your irritation is already slipping away.
He laughs. Its sound feels so warm. It’s the kind of sound that settles right in your chest. He looks at you for a moment,eyes gentle and filled with affection.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
Then he leans down and presses a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.
You smile.
And just like that, any leftover anger just dissolves completely. You’re not even mad anymore. How could you be? Not when he’s being this sweet, this gentle, this Jeonghan.
You just feel warm and safe, like everything about this moment is exactly where it’s meant to be.
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