Summary: Mingyu complains endlessly about waiting for you until one compliment and a kiss completely distracts both of you.
Wc: 1,041
Warnings: pure fluff :)
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Mingyu is terrible at waiting. Genuinely terrible at it.
He’s stretched across your bed like he pays rent there, all long limbs and broad shoulders, one arm tucked behind his head while the other drums impatiently against his stomach.
he mattress dips beneath his weight, his frame taking up far too much space, far too much attention.
Not that he seems to notice. Or maybe he does.
Because every bit of his attention is fixed on you.
You’re standing in front of your mirror for what has to be the eighth time now, fingers disappearing into your hair as you try to fix a strand that refuses to sit properly.
At this point you can’t even tell if it actually looks wrong anymore or if you’ve just been staring at yourself for too long.
Behind you, Mingyu sighs dramatically.
“You’ve been doing that forever,” he complains, voice deep and lazy.
You snort softly, eyes still trained on your reflection as you slide another bobby pin into place. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m serious,” he groans. “It’s literally been an hour.”
“It has not been an hour.”
“It feels like an hour.”
You roll your eyes automatically, smoothing your hands over your hair again before wincing when the pin catches your finger. “Ow—”
Mingyu lifts his head immediately. “See? Your hair is fighting back now. That means it’s time to go.”
A laugh slips out before you can stop it. “Nobody told you to sit there waiting for me.”
“Baby, what else am I supposed to do?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended by the suggestion.
You glance at him through the mirror for the first time in minutes and instantly regret it, because now he’s looking at you with that expression.
That soft, annoyingly pretty look he gets whenever his attention settles completely on you.
His dark hair is messy from lying around, his hoodie pushed up enough to reveal strong forearms, and he’s staring like watching you fix your hair is somehow the most fascinating thing he’s seen all day.
Your movements slow a little under his gaze.
“You could go downstairs,” you mumble, suddenly very focused on fixing a strand near your temple. “Or scroll on your phone. Or literally anything else.”
He hums absentmindedly, clearly not listening.
The bed creaks behind you. Then suddenly, warm fingers curl around your wrist. “Mingyu—”
Before you can react properly, he gives you a gentle tug backwards, just enough to throw off your balance and pull you into him.
A soft gasp leaves you as your back brushes against his chest.
“Are you done now?” he asks, voice quieter this time, the complaint melting into something softer. Something closer to whining.
You can feel his smile before you even see it.
He’s standing right behind you now, close enough that warmth radiates off him in waves. One of his hands slides from your wrist down to your waist, settling there naturally, like it belongs there. Like it always belongs there.
Your eyes lift instinctively to the mirror. And of course he’s already looking at you.
Not at your hair. Not at the outfit you spent twenty minutes changing into. Just you.
“We’re not even going anywhere important,” he murmurs, leaning down until his chin almost brushes your shoulder. “Why are you stressing this much?”
“Because I want to look nice,” you argue weakly, reaching up to touch your hair again out of habit.
The second your hand lifts, he lets out the most pathetic groan imaginable.
“Oh my god, there she goes again.”
You laugh despite yourself. “Leave me alone.”
“No.” His answer comes instantly.
The hand on your waist tightens slightly, pulling you back against him properly this time. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest through his hoodie, warm and solid behind you.
“Seriously,” he says, quieter now. “You already look good.”
You narrow your eyes at him through the mirror. “You’re only saying that because you want to leave.”
Mingyu’s mouth curves immediately, slow and easy. Then he leans closer, close enough that his voice brushes warm against your ear.
“No, baby,” he murmurs softly, “I’m saying it because my girlfriend always looks good.”
The words hit embarrassingly fast.
That awful soft feeling blooms in your chest instantly, warm and impossible to hide. You duck your head to hide the smile threatening to break across your face, but it’s useless.
Mingyu notices everything. Especially when it comes to you.
A quiet laugh rumbles out of him as he catches your expression in the mirror.
“There it is,” he teases gently.
“Shut up.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I’m not.”
“You literally are.”
You finally turn around to glare at him properly, but the second you do, you realise he’s already too close. One hand still resting at your waist, the other braced loosely beside you against the vanity, caging you in without even trying.
His eyes flick down to your lips for half a second before meeting your gaze again.
“You’re annoying,” you mumble, though there’s absolutely no bite behind it now.
Mingyu grins immediately, bright and satisfied like he’s won something.
“Yeah,” he says easily. “But you’re obsessed with me, so I don't care.”
You open your mouth to argue, but he kisses you before you can.
It’s quick at first, soft enough to feel teasing, his lips warm against yours for barely a second before he pulls back just enough to look at you again.
Then, because he’s greedy and always has been, he leans in once more.
This kiss lingers. Slow enough to make your thoughts blur at the edges.
His hand slides properly around your waist now, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between you, and you can feel him smiling slightly when your fingers curl instinctively into the front of his hoodie.
When he finally pulls away, you’re still staring at him a little dazed. Mingyu looks unbearably pleased with himself.
“There,” he says softly. “Now can we go?”
You blink at him once before narrowing your eyes. “You planned that.”
“Absolutely.”
He steals one more quick kiss before grabbing your hand.
“C’mon,” he says, intertwining your fingers effortlessly. “Let’s leave before you decide your hair needs another emotional support bobby pin.”
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