k.mg | “why should we date?”
✧˚ * . pairing: mingyu x reader
✧.⊹ * prompt: “why should we date?” (“because we’re attracted to each other” “i’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie”)
[ from: oh my | you made my dream m.list ]
(( note: this is a tattoo soulmate au where one of the phrases your soulmate says is tattooed in their handwriting on your arm, however once it’s said, the words disappear and will have your soulmate’s name instead, enjoy~ ))
Slamming your palm on the table, you attract the bartender to come over, the latter setting down the glasses he was polishing.
“Another,” you grumble, tilting your glass tiredly and accidentally nudge it on the worker’s stomach.
“I’ll do as you ask, but this is your fourth glass and it’s worrying me.”
“Listen…” You guide the bartender to say his name, hand gesturing and waving the glass.
“Mingyu,” he introduces.”
“Listen Mingyu, it’s been a long day and soulmates suck.” Mingyu takes your empty drink as you knit your eyebrows, working on the beverage you’ve been requesting.
While working, he has a small smile, intrigued. “What did your soulmate do?”
“Not my soulmate,” corrects you, “my friend’s. She recently found her other half and now I’m the only one from out of all my friends that doesn’t have one.”
The bartender hums, nodding to indicate he was listening. “Sorry my mistake, I thought you and your soulmate were having troubles.”
“Oh, me?” Sitting up, you’re quick to defend yourself, staring at the slight word on your arm slipping out of your sleeve. “No, I haven’t met mine yet. Don’t think I ever will anyway.”
“No one is ever going to say my phrase, I think the soulmate gods are playing tricks on me.” You answer, thinking over your destined set of words that you were grown to lying about because they were so stupid.
Finally finished with the drink, Mingyu pushes the glass near to your end, going to another customer and working on their order.
Mingyu watches you consume most of your drink in one go, waiting until you finished. “Are you going to tell me your phrase?”
Eyes glancing at your sleeve again, you slouch slightly, hesitant. “It’s food related, that’s all I got to say.” Because how would you admit your words were I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie?
Nevertheless, Mingyu can only comply. “Well, gotta love a soulmate who loves food.”
You laugh along with Mingyu, shaking your head. “Yeah, sure do.” Crossing your arms on the wood, you want to know about this bartender a little more, given that he’s been listening to you rant and serving you drinks for an hour now. “What about you? A guy like you would’ve already probably found your soulmate,” you tut afterwards, “lucky. You get to rub it in my face…”
“Whatever, you just… Have that aura.”
“Then you’d be surprised if I told you that I’m soulmate-free,” and it does surprise you, “and that my phrase is worse than yours.”
Mingyu drapes the small towel over his shoulder, sighing as he recites his tattoo, some of it revealed underneath his top, the top buttons unbuttoned, the permanent ink just under his collarbone.
He tells you and your mouth drops, wide-eyed. “’That’s bullshit, now come kiss me’? Your childhood must’ve been awful.”
“I’m not exaggerating when I say it was. My grandma wasn’t pleased at that. My family had to put bandages on my chest when I was a kid so they could cover it… Pretty hilarious, really.”
Agreeing to some extent, you remember about your plans the next day. “Shit, I’m seeing my friends for dinner tomorrow and I’ll be the millionth wheel there-” You hit your had on the marble counter, wanting to yell. Raising your head, you think it’s best to have another drink. “Hey Mingyu-”
“On it,” Mingyu picks up quickly, already at the other side to fix up a drink for you.
Somehow, that next drink triggered you to have another, then another, and another.
Drunk; you were drunk off your wits.
“Mingyu!” You shout although it almost turning midnight and there was no need to shout at someone right in front of you.
“My fake date,” you hic, “for tomorrow.”
“We… Barely know each other’s birthdays.”
“Well my birthday is…” You tell him your birthday, poking a finger on the table and staring at him closely. “You look like you’re born on June 2nd.”
“I’m actually born in April, but, i’m not going to be your date,” Mingyu reasons, your pout growing when he rejects you.
“Be my fake date, Mingyu,” your eyes begin to water, high pitched whining as you almost fall off the stool trying to drink from the glass that Mingyu’s trying to get back.
“……” You stay still, just looking at him. Mingyu begins to think you’re sleeping with your eyes open until you say with the quietest voice, “I want you as my fake date, please…”
“Why should we date?” Sighs Mingyu, wondering what he’s getting himself into.
“Because we’re attracted to each other!” You yell once more, all the energy back when you slump on the counter, pressing your cheek on the cold surface.
“I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” Mingyu replies, his mind lingering on the food for no reason, shrugging.
His face turns into pure concern when you gasp for almost a minute, face about to turn blue.
“Hey, hey! You okay?” Mingyu tries to settle you down on your stool, you now sitting still and having a mini staring competition.
“That’s bullshit,” you spit, pure disappointment and disgust on your face, similar to one like a child, “now come kiss me!”
The bartender is about to argue again until he processes your words, not knowing what to do with what you just said. To make sure of things, he pulls on his shirt to check the skin near his collarbone, watching the words slowly fade and form into something else.
He looks back at you, worried when he lifts up your arm and pulls the sleeve up, watching the words he just said form into his name, but you were too drunk to even realise.
“Holy shit,” Mingyu mumbles, “we have to get you home.”
His shift was over hours ago, but here he was, calling a taxi and putting you in after what felt like hours of convincing and trying to find out your address, keeping you upright from avoiding to get your head hit by the window. Somehow, he almost cradles you by the fact that you’re leaning to him, giggling non-stop.
“Damn, you’re heavy…” He states when he carries you into your room, you winding down as you were tired from moving your limbs so much when going up the stairs.
When he sets you down, he thinks it’s best to leave you, but before he does you call him. “Ming-yoo,”
“Ming-yoo,” you correct, missing the snicker from Mingyu, “you’ll… You’ll be my date, right?” You shyly ask.
All Mingyu does is grin in the dark, scared to touch your hair but he does anyway.
“Sure. Now rest, goodnight.”
And Mingyu leaves your room, the light shrinking into darkness.
The next morning you wake with a raging pain your head; last night was the biggest blur but you don’t remember being tucked into bed. Maybe something happened, you think yet ignore the matter, glad that you were home and had a reasonable excuse to miss out the dinner with your friends and their soulmates.
Sitting up on the bed, you find a folded note on your bedside table, attracting your eyes. Reaching for the note, you open it to read the contents within.
drinks are great, but, i think i’d like to know you without them involved. be my date?
Signed off with two tiny hearts, you rub your aching eyes and read the note to make sure it’s real, identifying the handwriting like the one on your tattoo—
Pulling up your sleeve, you see the new and changed tattoo running down the inside of where your elbow begins — the inked nam that confirms your missing half, your true love, your soulmate.
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