I wanna be with you everywhere.
Pairing: mingyu x reader
Tags: fluff, cute!mingyu
Summary: cafĂŠ AU where you have a little crush on Mingyu (so is him)
w/c: 1.4K
a/n: I thought about this while listening to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac so enjoy reading while listening to it too! And let me know if you liked it or not I would love to know <3
Can you hear me calling out your name?
You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say?
Iâll speak a little louder, Iâll even shout
You know that Iâm proud and I canât get the words out
The air feels different this morning, it's gotten colder these past weeks, autumn started to feel like it and If Mingyu didnât make the decision to grab that hoodie before leaving he would be freezing. And so, just like every morning, before going to his usual classes, he entered the same cafĂŠ he went to for the past months, even if he wasnât very fond of their coffee he could at least have a glimpse of you.
Oh right. How could he forget you?
He remembered it all too well, the first time the bells chimed above your head and saw you, he thought that you might be the cutest person heâs ever seen. He could describe in detail the exact sundress you wore that day, this little pink dress he swears. He never saw someone wearing it better than you did.
You had that effect of walking in and the people around you smiled instantly, you were like a warm hug during a cold winter night, by simply smiling and making everyone's day just a little bit easier. He knew it just by the smile you gave every morning to the waitress and since this moment, he hadnât stopped thinking about you, and every morning he looked forward to seeing you, even if he wasnât very cautious about it.
Oh, I
I want to be with you everywhere
Oh, I
I want to be you everywhere
(Wanna be with you everywhere)
And you knew it, because you did the same. How was it possible to not look at him? He looked effortlessly good every time you caught a glimpse of him, you were pretending to be engrossed in your book but truly you didnât read a single word that was in.
Every now and then, between pages you looked up and saw him peeking at you so you smiled, and god he was beautiful. And every morning for the past months you had the same routine, waking up and taking much longer in the shower, putting a little more effort in your makeup and outfit wondering if he would like it. And of course he liked it, he loved the way you matched your earrings with your makeup and every morning he would ask himself which color you were going to wear today.
Somethingâs happening, happening to me
My friends say Iâm acting peculiarly
Come along, baby, we better make a start
You better make it soon before you break my heart
Exams were coming sooner than you expected, nights were getting shorter and the stress was growing quicker than you thought. One morning you forgot your book at the cafĂŠ, and obviously, it was Mingyu who picked it up. He was so stressed about it that he couldnât sleep that night, asking himself if he should have run to you that morning to give it back to you.
The next day, Mingyu watched as you trekked through the cafĂŠ, strands hanging around your face and your attempt to cover your exhaustion with makeup, wearing more casual clothes than usual. He saw you asking the waitress about your book and he immediately felt guilty, so when he jogged towards you with it in hands you almost cried in his arms. But you were so grateful he gave it back to you that you had to buy him coffee, how convenient it was for the both of you, even if he didnât like coffee that much he kept drinking it anyway, slowly, so he could take his time listening to you talked about how stressful this whole situation was for you, losing your book the day before the exam, and so he listened.
Oh, I
I want to be with you everywhere
Oh, I
I want to be you everywhere
(Wanna be with you everywhere)
It soon became a routine, every morning he would wait for you in front of the cafĂŠ so he could open the front door for you and get a few more minutes by your side. Even if it was raining, he didnât care. You talked so much, and he loved it. Every little detail that he could learn about you was so special for him, you went to your favorite italian restaurant last night? He would write the name so he could take you on a date. You loved a book? He would read it to talk about it with you next time. And everytime he does it you fall a little harder.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, you became friends so easily, having so much in common but at the same time being so different, like how he would love to take photos of you and you laughed because you said that you didnât like yourself in photos and he told you how beautiful you were. You sank a little bit more.
And when he finally asked you on a date on a Tuesday morning, sun peeking through the windows of the cafĂŠ, the only day of the week where the rain wasnât pouring hard. âDate?â was written in a caramel macchiato made by your favorite waitress who was more than excited to do this when Mingyu asked for it in secret to surprise you. And when you said yes he was so excited that he spilled half of the drink on the table and you laughed so much it hurt your cheeks the whole day.
Can you hear me calling out your name?
You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say
Come along, baby, we better make a start
You better make it soon before you break my heart
And when Saturday came, dressed in your little pink dress he loved so much, he bought you your favorite flowers, white lilies. Because of course, he would remember it, why wouldnât he? And he took you to his favorite restaurant saying next time he would love going to your favorite one too since he loved Italian food too. The night went too fast to your liking, and so was for him.
How easy it was for you to just tell everything that came to your mind without feeling too much for him, how easy it was to just be yourself without worrying if he was bored of you and, of course he wasnât. He would look at you so thoroughly even when you say the silliest thing that came to your mind, he was so much. So much more than just a simple crush you had on a man you met in a little cafĂŠ. He was maybe too much for you. Too tall, too large, talked too fast, too handsome. And god how exciting this was. You loved it so much more than you expected it, every minute spent with him, every message exchanged between the two of you at night telling each otherâs day. When it went bad or good, or both.
He was so deeply in love with you he thought that he might lose his mind, the way your eyes sparkled when you're talking about something you love, or how you pick at your bread during dinner when you talked about how stressful your exams were. And he swears he never met anyone as funny as you. You're so gentle and caring that he thought his heart might explode even the way you lean on the table to hear what he said, how attractive you were.
The end of the dinner results in you both taking a stroll in the midst of the late hours of the night, heart pondering with the wind whistling to fill the silence between the two of you. It wasnât bad though. Just the two of you, hands brushing and cheeks blushing. Neither of you tried to do more and it was fine. Talking about how good of a night it was and how you loved it when he almost dropped the plate on the waiter, and how he loved your dress, telling you the first time he saw you with it and that it was at this moment he had a crush on you and you laughed, taking his hand in yours. You had so much time together from now on and the night had only started.
Oh I
I wanna be with you everywhere
Oh I
I wanna be with you everywhere
Oh I
I wanna be with you everywhere
Oh I
I wanna be with you everywhere
(I wanna be with you everywhere)
