Yunho and Mingi never considered themselves heroes. They know they’re murderers. They know that, by every measure of the law, prison is exactly where they belong. After years of acting as both judge and executioner, they’re forced to stand on the other side of justice. Offered one final chance at redemption, they’re placed into an experimental rehabilitation programme.
That chance comes in the form of you.
Warnings: Yunho x Mingi x Reader, angst, mention of murder, therapy/counselling, rehabillitation, prsion/jail setting, yungi are partners in crime, yungi is also in prison, y/n is their counsellor
note: 2 weeks since my last post...why'd i think it been days not WEEKS? let me lock in omg....okay new series starting, i know skeletons is still in the works guys but i liked this one more and got excited, please enjoy this one too!! i did actually make an attempt to proofread this, it was brief, but it happened, so please enjoy this even extra!!
The cell was cold, dark, devoid of any life other than the calm, almost still breaths of the man who sat in the very corner of the room. His eyes remained closed. A deep breath in, followed by a deep breath out.
He repeated this. Over and over again.
It kept him serene, kept him sane, convinced him he was still in his right mind.
He timed his breaths with the leaky faucet that dripped mercilessly into the sink 24/7. At first it annoyed him, but he learned to appreciate its consistency, its determination to drive him insane.
Consistency, it plagued his mind, everything about his life now was consistent. Consistency was boring.
Wake up, eat whatever he was given, read, workout, sleep.
He missed the thrills of life, he missed his people, rather, his person. He missed the adrenaline rush that came with the inconsistencies of his life. Every day was different, every moment was different, every kill was different.
He opened his eyes, only to be met with the same grey walls he has been given no choice but to stare at for the last few weeks, five, to be exact.
Five of the longest weeks of his life.
He had gotten pretty good at guessing the time, he didn’t have a clock, but he considered his own circadian rhythm to be a strong indicator of the time. Which is exactly how he knew his breakfast was due to arrive in about 60 seconds.
“Eat up!” A loud, but firm voice exclaimed from outside his cell, the small shutter window slamming open as his breakfast tray was placed in his cell.
“Bit early,” He muttered to himself, 29 seconds earlier than usual he counted. He stood up, walking over to grab his tray, expecting the security guard to be gone, to have moved onto the next cell.
Unfortunately, he was stood firmly in place, his orange hair almost blinding the inmates.
“You have twenty minutes to eat,” The man spoke “Then I’m taking you out, you have a visitor,”
The prisoner furrowed his brow “A visitor?” He asked, maintaining his stoic expression but curiosity seeped through the cracks of his words.
The guard nodded. “You’ll find out when we get there,” He responded, voice devoid of any desire to quench the prisoner’s curiosity.
The prisoner shrugged. Taking his tray to his bed, sitting down to continue his daily routine. He didn’t even look at his breakfast before eating it, taking no time to savour the food, not that there was anything to savour anyway. He hated the food.
“Porridge is for babies,” he grumbled to himself as he ate, he decided today was not the day to mope about his breakfast, after all, he had a visitor.
He pondered on who the visitor could possibly be. It wouldn’t be any family, they haven’t spoken to him since his admission. It wouldn’t be his best friend, as he was only a few cells down, well more than a few. The two weren’t allowed to be anywhere near each other, in fear that they would end up conspiring against the other inmates.
He ate his porridge, distracted. Who could possibly be there to see him? He hasn’t done anything to warrant a transfer, in fact, he would say he’s been on his best behaviour.
“Yunho!” A voice bellowed from down the corridor. The man perked up at the sound of his name. “Times up, lets go,” The man affirmed as he approached Yunho’s cell.
Yunho. A name that sent chills down the spines of many. One that almost felt like a punishment in itself.
He got up, walking over to his cell door. Breakfast tray in hand. He was calm, collected.
The door opened.
The guard was quick to cuff him, but Yunho didn’t resist, he didn’t react, he just let it be.
The metal felt cold around his wrists, it always did. He thought by now he would be used to it, but he could never truly get used to it.
He wasn’t a monster so he couldn’t quite understand why he was being chained up like one. In fact, he hunted monsters, so why did everyone look at him like he was one?
The guard led him out of his cell, guiding him into the main atrium of the prison. Yunho’s eyes were focused infront of him, only faltering for a moment at a particular empty cell. One that was adorned with loose paper, filled with scribbles, that could easily be mistaken for nothing, but Yunho knew better, he knew that handwriting, he would recognise it anywhere. His eyes narrowed at the abandoned cell, wondering where its captive was.
The guard urged Yunho to move along. He obliged without any resistance, that wasn’t his thing.
They reached the atrium of the prison, where another man was waiting.
Unlike the officers escorting Yunho, he stood with an effortless authority that demanded attention without ever asking for it. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, his posture impeccable, every inch of him composed.
Yunho recognised him immediately.
“Yunho.” He began.
“Seonghwa.” Yunho repeated in the same tone, a small, smirk playing on his lips. It wasn't respect.
It was amusement.
“You know why you’re here?”
“No idea.”
Yunho shrugged lazily.
Seonghwa shot a look at the security guard, who averted his gaze.
“Joong,"
The other male stiffened.
"You were meant to explain this to him.”
“Sorry..” The security guard responded sheepishly “Honestly, i didn’t know if they were meant to know, i didn’t want to get them all worked up.” He admitted
Yunho’s face scrunched up slightly in confusion,
him?
Worked up?
He wasn't exactly known for dramatic outbursts.
And who’s they?
Seonghwa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “I’ll explain to him.” He glanced at Yunho "Sit."
Yunho complied without argument, lowering himself onto the bench. The chains rattled softly as Hongjoong remained standing behind him, arms folded tightly across his chest.
Seonghwa took the seat opposite.
“Considering the circumstances that landed you in here.” Seonghwa started “We’ve developed a program, to help inmates like you, channel and control your…urges,” He spoke. Yunho stared at him, his expression unreadable.
"Inmates like me?" Yunho asked curiously, brow raised.
"Inmates like you and Song Mingi." Seonghwa spoke.
Ther name settled heavily in the air.
Yunho's face betrayed nothing but his attention sharpened instantly.
“I don’t have urges, they’re more like callings,” Yunho muttered blankly. Seonghwa only stared at him, his lips parting to form a response but deciding against it.
“Anyway,” He shook his head “You’ll have weekly sessions, you can talk about these…" He paused, searching for better phrasing. "...‘callings’ and whatever else your heart desires,” He continued
“Okay and where does that get me?” Yunho scoffed, feeling Hongjoong’s glare almost splitting his head open from behind.
“If you show reasonable improvement, it may lead to a shorter sentence, allowing you to cut down on the time spent here in exchange for something like parole or even community service.” Seonghwa spoke, which made Yunho’s ears perk up, the superintendent smirked. “Oh so now you’re interested.”
Yunho frowned.
“Try being in this shithole for doing the right thing,” Yunho sneered.
Seonghwa could't argue with that, it was a shithole.
The grey concrete, the echoing footsteps, the damp smell that never left, it was dreadful.
“Don’t sit here and tell me that murder is ‘the right thing’ Yunho.” Seonghwa spoke lowly.
"I didn't murder innocent people."
"You still murdered people."
"I stopped monsters."
"You decided who deserved to die."
"They already decided that themselves."
Neither man raised his voice.
Neither needed to.
Seonghwa took a deep breath.
“You’re clever, thats undeniable, but you’re not a psychopath, and i don’t think you’re a bad person either," He started.
Yunho's eyes widened, only briefly, before returning to his usual stoic expression.
"i think this could be good for you.” Seonghwa spoke “Just try it, either way, you’ll be here for a long, long time.”
Yunho clicked his tongue “I’ll do it.” He sighed.
Seonghwa visibly relaxed.
“Don’t expect me to change, i don’t regret a fucking thing.” He looked at Seonghwa, dead in the eyes.
Seonghwa stared back with the same intensity, searching for any hope of reform in Yunho’s eyes, but the other male stood firm in his beliefs.
"...Very well."
Seonghwa rose to his feet.
“Let’s go then,”
Hongjoong followed behind as Yunho was guided into a room.
One that resembled a therapy room.
A plush sofa built for intimate conversations.
A console table between them, attempting to put space between the secrets shared.
There was a reclining chair, paired with a normal, ergonomic office chair on the other side of the room.
It looked comfortable, far more comfortable than whatever Yunho had been subject to for the last five weeks.
Yunho was guided to the sofa, a cold metal cuff snapped shut around his ankle. The chain was then secured firmly to the sofa leg.
Yunho looked down.
His eyebrow cocked “What the hell do you think i am going to do,” He glared.
Hongjoong didn't look up.
“I never know with people like you, could fly off the rails at any moment,” Hongjoong spoke as he fastened the cuffs “And i wouldn’t want you to be tempted,” he muttered
“Tempted by what?” Yunho spoke, almost offended that the other male thought so lowly of him.
That was before temptation itself walked through the door.
Seonghwa opened the door, another man, of similar height, slightly broader in the shoulders and much grumpier waltzed into the room. His wrists were bound, his hair was disheveled, he looked up'
For the first time in five weeks, they looked at each other.
Neither spoke, but their eyes said everything their mouths couldn't.
A small smirk danced on his expression, Yunho matched it.
"You look awful," Mingi deadpanned as he was marched further into the room.
Yunho scoffed.
"They feeding you mirrors now?"
One of the officers shoved Mingi gently towards the opposite sofa.
"Sit."
"I was planning on it."
He dropped into the cushions with a theatrical sigh.
“So this is why i'm chained to the sofa is it?” Yunho chuckled dryly as he looked up at Hongjoong who only rolled his eyes. The other two guards ushered in with the other male, sitting him on the opposite sofa, cuffing his ankle to the sofa,
“Gentle..” Mingi mumbled “unless you’re trying to rip my foot off,”
“Fucking wish i could,” the guard fixing the cuff grumbled.
“Wooyoung.” Seonghwa warned. The sound of his voice was enough to make the guard shut up. The prisoner only smirked
Yunho stifled a laugh, maintaining his nonchalance. The other male caught it, a slight grin making its way to his face.
Hongjoong only sighed as the two males were fastened onto the sofa. The two guards that had assisted Mingi their way towards the door. Seonghwa walked towards the sofa.
“Yunho, Mingi.” He began “This is an introductory session, You will have one session together and one individually every week. Don’t even think about trying anything, i will know. You breathe differently, i will know, you move differently, i will know, if you fucking blink differently, i will know.” He warns, his tone so serious that the two boys almost sat up straight.
Seonghwa scanned the two men for any hint of trouble, but failed to find any behind their now expressionless faces.
“If i hear that you two have done anything,” He lowers his voice “I will make you both so fucking miserable you will wish you were in a worse place than prison.” he promises.
Yunho and Mingi only stare at Seonghwa blankly in response, acknowledging the threat. Seonghwa doesn’t push for a verbal reply, backing away to open up the door.
The two men exchange a look. It was something of a greeting, an acknowledgement of their reunion after weeks of not seeng each other. After all, they were partners in crime.
Their heads quickly turn as they hear footsteps echo in the corridor, nearing the room they sat in.
Heel...toe...heel...toe.
Each step had purpose, each step took in more and more of the room, as if they were marking territory.
Neither Yunho nor Mingi averted their gaze.
The steps walked around the sofas straight to the chair that sat off the side of the sofas. Facing them both. She didn't rush, she didn't linger.
One leg crossed over the other. One heel fixed to the floor to keep hold of the room, the other in the air to steady herself. Her pinstripe trousers tailored to her frame, a crisp white shirt that flared slightly at the waist, the top button undone, revealing the necklace she always wore. She looked professional.
Everything looked deliberate.
Yunho would be a total liar to say he wasn’t gawking at her beauty, he hid it well, behind a plain expression. But if you looked hard enough, you wouldn’t miss how his eyes followed her. He was curious, people were usually nervous around them, scared even, but she was...neutral.
Mingi on the other hand sported a completely blank face. However Yunho didn’t miss how his lips parted slightly when she sat down, how he let out a breath he probably didn’t know he was holding.
The silence was broken by Seonghwa’s voice slicing through the air.
“Yunho, Mingi. This is Y/N, she will be your counsellor for the next few weeks.” Seonghwa introduced. Y/N smiled softly at the two men. Yunho and Mingi glanced at each other before nodding subtly at Y/N in acknowledgment.
“I will leave you both in her care, but don’t think that there won’t be guards outside the door, i have eyes everywhere, you will not get away from me,” He warns again “Y/N will give you a rundown on what to expect, treat her with the upmost amount of respect. Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Yunho agrees calmly, Mingi nods.
“Words mingi, i need words.” Seonghwa speaks.
“Yes, we aren’t violent fucking criminal’s Seonghwa, we aren’t going to attack her for no reason,” Mingi rolls his eyes.
“Only serial killers…no biggie,” Wooyoung mutters under his breath earning a shove from his partner, San.
Yunho scoffs to himself. “We will be on our best behaviour,” He says sarcastically. He was telling the truth, he had no intention of hurting Y/N, he was a reasonable guy, only when it was necessary.
“You guys need to think more highly of us,” Mingi huffs as he sinks into his chair slightly “Outside of this room are people far worse than us, don’t group us in with them,” He defends himself.
“We will see how this goes.” Seonghwa ignores Mingi’s comment, opening the door to let the guards out. “Y/N, let us know if you need anything.” He says as he closes the door.
“I’ll be okay!” She replies as the door closes.
Her hands tremble in her lap as she takes a sip of her water.
She hid it well, but they noticed, they always do.
“Right.” She begins.
“You’re shaking,” Yunho mumbles, eyes laser focused to her hands in her lap as his voice trails off slightly
Y/N looks at him “What?,” She smile softly, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
"Your hands," Yunho explains "They're shaking."
She moves her hands quickly, resting them on the armrest of the chair.
"Observant." She chuckles dryly. "It's my first day" she humours. "Was hoping neither of you would notice"
"I didn't" Mingi admitted.
"When do you ever," Yunho remarks
Mingi rolled his eyes, ignoring the other man.
The tension in the room eased, only slightly, but it made enough room for comfort to sneak in.
“Let’s start with some introductions then?" Y/n began, "I’m Y/N and i will be your counsellor for the next few weeks.”
She glances at Mingi, who smiles awkwardly, fixing his posture before introducing himself.
Sypnosis: Mingi, the school’s notorious playboy, has charmed every girl except Y/N, the one who won’t give him the time of day. When his friends San and Hongjoong dare him to make her fall for him in two months, he’s confident it’ll be an easy win. But as Y/N proves to be more than a challenge, Mingi starts to question if this bet might cost him more than he bargained for her heart.
Details: towards the end it gets CRAZY and I mean, slut calling. Hair grabbing, choking, gagging,head pushing, praise, degradation, oral giving and receiving. AFTER CAREER Use of the pet names daddy, princess, sir,good girl. BONDAGE! Dominant¡mingi submissive¡Y/N ROUGH sex. But it will ease into that.
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The cafeteria buzzed with noise as Mingi leaned back in his chair, lazily picking at his fries while San and Hongjoong debated the best ways to sneak out of detention.
“I’m telling you,” San said, his voice muffled by a mouthful of food, “the trick is to fake being sick. Nobody wants to deal with a kid puking in the hallway.”
Hongjoong snorted. “Or you could just not get detention in the first place.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” San shot back, grinning.
Mingi, tuning out their banter, let his gaze wander around the room until it landed on Y/N sitting with her best friend, Chloe, across the cafeteria. Something about her unbothered attitude caught his attention, and before he could think better of it, he blurted out, “I bet I can make that Y/N girl fall in love with me.”
San froze mid-bite, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Mingi. “Nah, no you can’t.”
Hongjoong leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. “If you think you can, prove it. Two months. Make her fall for you.”
Mingi smirked, already accepting the challenge in his mind. “Two months? Easy.”
San shook his head. “You’re gonna crash and burn, man.”
“Watch me,” Mingi said confidently, but as Y/N laughed at something Chloe said across the room, for the first time, he wondered if this might not be as easy as he thought.
“Alright, two months,” Hongjoong said, leaning back with a sly grin. “But let’s make it interesting. If you win, San and I buy your lunch for the rest of the year. If you lose, you’re buying ours.”
“Deal,” Mingi said without hesitation, his smirk unwavering.
San shook his head, clearly unconvinced. “You don’t even know anything about her. She’s not like the other girls you’ve messed with. She’s… I don’t know, different.”
“Different how?” Mingi asked, leaning forward with mock curiosity.
“She’s smart, for one,” San said, emphasizing the word. “And she’s not interested in guys like you. She doesn’t care about status or charm. You’re not her type.”
Mingi scoffed. “Everyone has a type, San. They just don’t know it until I show them.”
Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head. “You’re so full of yourself, it’s almost impressive.”
As they spoke, Y/N got up from her table with Chloe, walking past them on the way to the trash cans. She didn’t spare Mingi a glance, completely unaware of the wager she had just become the centerpiece of.
San nudged Mingi. “There she goes. Better start planning, Casanova.”
Mingi watched her walk away, a challenge flashing in his eyes. “Oh, I don’t need a plan. Just watch she won’t even know what hit her.”
Meanwhile, across the cafeteria, Chloe rolled her eyes as Y/N recounted her frustration with the latest group project in history class.
“He’s so annoying,” Y/N said, dropping her tray into the bin. “It’s like he’s trying to be the loudest person in the room every time we’re in class.”
Chloe followed, smirking. “Let me guess: Mingi?”
Y/N groaned. “Who else? He thinks he’s God’s gift to the school.”
Chloe shrugged. “To be fair, a lot of people seem to agree.”
“Well, not me,” Y/N said firmly. “I can’t stand guys like him.”
Chloe grinned knowingly but said nothing, falling into step beside her. “Let’s see how long that lasts,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?” Y/N asked, glancing at her.
“Nothing,” Chloe said with an innocent smile.
After school, Mingi stood by the lockers, scrolling through his phone while waiting for San and Hongjoong. His eyes darted up when he saw Y/N walking down the hallway, books tucked under her arm, Chloe beside her.
“Showtime,” Mingi muttered under his breath.
San and Hongjoong appeared out of nowhere, flanking him like bodyguards. “You’re really going for it now?” San asked, eyeing Y/N warily.
“Why not?” Mingi smirked, stuffing his phone in his pocket. “Time to work my magic.”
As Y/N and Chloe approached, Mingi stepped into their path, his trademark grin firmly in place.
“Y/N, right?” he said casually, leaning against the lockers like he had all the time in the world.
Y/N stopped, her brow furrowing as she glanced at Chloe before looking back at him. “Yeah… and you’re Mingi.”
“Wow, she knows me already,” he teased, his voice dripping with charm. “I’m flattered.”
Y/N’s expression didn’t budge. “You’re loud. It’s hard not to know who you are.”
Chloe snickered softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Mingi’s grin didn’t falter. “Fair enough. But I figured it’s about time we actually talk. You know, get to know each other.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Why not?” Mingi shot back smoothly. “You seem interesting. Different.”
Y/N crossed her arms, her tone flat. “I’m not interested in being another girl on your list, if that’s what you’re aiming for.”
The comment caught him off guard for a second, but he quickly recovered, his smirk returning. “Who said you’re on a list? I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“Right,” Y/N said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Well, thanks for the… friendly effort, but I’m good.”
With that, she stepped around him, Chloe following closely, though she glanced back at Mingi with an amused look.
San let out a low whistle. “Ouch. That didn’t go as planned.”
Hongjoong clapped Mingi on the back, grinning. “Guess you’re not as smooth as you thought.”
Mingi watched Y/N disappear down the hallway, determination sparking in his eyes. “This is just the beginning,” he said, more to himself than to them. “She’ll come around. They always do.”
Meanwhile, as Y/N and Chloe walked outside, Chloe couldn’t hold back anymore. “That was hilarious. Did you see his face?”
Y/N sighed. “I don’t get why he’s wasting his time on me. He has literally every other girl throwing themselves at him.”
Chloe shrugged. “Maybe he likes the chase. Or maybe he’s just bored.”
“Well, he can stay bored,” Y/N muttered. “I’m not playing his game.”
Chloe smirked, nudging her. “We’ll see about that.”
Y/N and Chloe walked side by side on the way home, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. Chloe twirled her water bottle idly, breaking the comfortable silence.
“So… what’s your deal with guys?” Chloe asked casually.
Y/N gave her a sideways glance. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, every time a guy so much as says hi to you, you shut him down like they’re trying to sell you something. What’s up with that?” Chloe asked, a playful but curious tone in her voice.
Y/N sighed, shifting her books in her arms. “It’s not like that. I just don’t have the energy for all the drama that comes with it. Guys like Mingi? They’re all the same charming until they get what they want, and then they move on. Why waste my time?”
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you’ve been burned before.”
“I’ve seen it happen to too many people,” Y/N replied, her voice firm. “If a guy really wants to know me, he’s going to have to prove he’s not just playing around.”
Chloe nodded slowly. “Fair enough. But what if someone’s actually serious about you? Would you give them a chance?”
Y/N hesitated, her steps slowing. “Maybe. But I’m not holding my breath. It’s easier to focus on things I can control, you know?”
Chloe grinned. “Well, if nothing else, watching you deal with Mingi is going to be my new favorite pastime.”
Y/N groaned. “Don’t encourage him. He’s probably already planning his next move.”
The next day, Y/N walked into school, her earbuds in and her focus on her playlist. She didn’t notice Mingi waiting near her locker until he stepped into her path.
“Morning, sunshine,” Mingi greeted, his grin as bright as ever.
Y/N pulled out an earbud, staring at him. “What do you want now?”
“Just wanted to say hi,” he said, leaning casually against the locker next to hers. “And maybe see if you’d like to grab coffee after school.”
“Nope. I’m dead serious,” Mingi said, holding a hand to his chest like he was pledging allegiance.
She scoffed, opening her locker. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m persistent?” he offered, his tone light. “And because I’m actually interested in getting to know you.”
Y/N pulled out a notebook and turned to him, unimpressed. “You don’t even know my favorite color.”
Mingi didn’t miss a beat. “Blue. Or maybe green. Something calm, but with a little edge.”
She raised an eyebrow, surprised he’d even try. “Wrong. It’s purple.”
“Noted,” Mingi said, nodding solemnly. “See? I’m learning already.”
“Not fast enough,” Y/N muttered, slamming her locker shut. “Look, Mingi, I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not going to work. Save yourself the trouble.”
As she walked away, Mingi called after her, “I like a challenge!”
Chloe, who had been watching from nearby, walked up to Mingi, shaking her head with a smirk. “You’re really going all out, aren’t you?”
Mingi shrugged, unbothered. “She’ll come around. They always do.”
Chloe crossed her arms, giving him a pointed look. “Y/N’s not like ‘they,’ and you know it. If you really want her to take you seriously, maybe try being genuine for once.”
Mingi raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m not?”
Chloe laughed softly. “Because I’ve seen your track record, and so has she. You want advice? Don’t try to outsmart her. She’s smarter than you think.”
With that, Chloe turned and walked toward Y/N, leaving Mingi standing alone by the lockers. For the first time, his confidence wavered just slightly. Maybe Chloe was right maybe he needed to switch up his game.
That evening, Mingi lay sprawled on his bed, the glow of his bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. His phone rested on his chest, notifications piling up from girls who were all too eager to talk to him. Yet, for once, he didn’t care.
His mind was somewhere else on Y/N.
“What’s her deal?” he muttered to himself, tossing his phone onto the nightstand. “She’s not even trying to play hard to get. She just doesn’t care.”
It was… unsettling. He was used to his charm working instantly, but Y/N hadn’t even flinched. In fact, she’d made him feel like the one chasing her and that was new.
Mingi sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as his thoughts spiraled. He replayed every word she’d said earlier: the sharpness in her tone, the way she’d brushed him off like he was nothing. It wasn’t just rejection it was indifference.
“Okay, think,” he said aloud, grabbing a notebook from his desk. “What’s the next move?”
Flipping open the pages, he started jotting down ideas:
1. Find out what she likes – Chloe said she’s smart. Maybe books? Music?
2. Stop being predictable – She clearly sees me as some player. Prove I’m more than that.
3. Show genuine interest – No games, no big gestures. Just… be real?
Mingi stared at the last note, his pen hovering above the page. Be real? He wasn’t sure he even knew how to do that. His whole persona was built on confidence, on knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. Could he really strip all of that away?
He leaned back in his chair, spinning the pen in his fingers. “If she’s different, maybe I have to be different, too.”
For the first time in a long while, Mingi felt a pang of uncertainty. He didn’t know if this was a challenge he could win, but he wasn’t about to back down.
A knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Mingi, dinner’s ready,” his mom called from the hallway.
“Coming,” he replied, closing the notebook and tossing it onto his desk.
As he headed downstairs, one thought lingered in his mind: if Y/N wanted him to be real, then real was what she’d get.
The next morning, Mingi arrived at school with a new strategy in mind. He wasn’t going to overwhelm Y/N with grand gestures or cheesy pick-up lines. No, this time he’d take it slow, chip away at her walls bit by bit.
He spotted her at her locker, pulling books out for her first class. As usual, Chloe stood nearby, chatting animatedly. Mingi took a deep breath and approached, plastering on his most casual smile.
“Morning, Y/N,” he said, his tone softer than usual.
Y/N glanced at him briefly, then returned her attention to her locker. “Hi.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow at Mingi but said nothing, clearly waiting to see what he’d do next.
“Need help carrying those?” he offered, motioning to the stack of books in her arms.
Y/N shut her locker and turned to him with a deadpan look. “No, thanks. I’ve been managing just fine on my own.”
Mingi nodded, undeterred. “Fair enough. Just thought I’d ask. So, what’s on the agenda today? Anything exciting?”
Y/N started walking toward her class, and Mingi fell into step beside her. “Not really. Why do you care?”
He shrugged. “Trying to get to know you. Isn’t that what people do?”
Y/N sighed, clearly exasperated. “Look, Mingi, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you can stop. I’m not interested.”
Chloe trailed behind them, suppressing a grin as Mingi simply smiled and said, “Noted. But I’m still not giving up.”
For the next two weeks, Mingi kept his word. Every day, he found subtle ways to get Y/N’s attention asking her opinion on random topics during lunch, joining her group in gym class, and even sitting near her in the library. He didn’t push too hard, but he was always there, persistent and consistent.
At first, Y/N barely acknowledged him. She rolled her eyes at his jokes, ignored his questions when she could, and even told him outright that he was wasting his time. But Mingi didn’t waver.
One day after school, Y/N sat in the library with Chloe, trying to finish an essay. Mingi wandered in, holding a coffee cup in one hand and a book in the other.
“Hey,” he said, sliding the cup onto the table in front of her.
Y/N looked up, confused. “What’s this?”
“Black coffee,” Mingi replied with a shrug. “Thought you could use it. You look like you’ve been here for hours.”
Chloe stifled a laugh as Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “What makes you think I like black coffee?”
“You seem like the no-sugar type,” he said confidently.
Y/N hesitated, then took a tentative sip. It was perfect. She hated that he got it right.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, turning back to her work.
Mingi didn’t stay, and for the first time, Y/N found herself thinking about him long after he’d left.
By the end of the second week, Y/N finally gave in. As she walked out of school with Chloe, she spotted Mingi leaning against the gate, his usual grin in place.
“What now?” she asked, stopping in front of him.
Mingi held up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, I’m not here to bother you. Just thought I’d ask if you want to grab some dinner or something. It’s been a couple of weeks, and I’d say we’ve made progress, don’t you think?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she was intrigued. “What are you really trying to do, Mingi?”
He shrugged, looking completely at ease. “I’m just trying to get you to see that I’m not like the other guys. Not everyone’s out for something. I just thought maybe you’d give me a chance to prove that.”
Y/N glanced at Chloe, who was quietly watching the interaction with a knowing look in her eyes. Chloe leaned in slightly, whispering just loud enough for Y/N to hear, “You know, he’s been trying. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give him a shot.”
Y/N hesitated. She hadn’t expected Mingi to be this persistent, or this… genuine, in his own way. The truth was, a part of her was curious.
“Fine,” she said after a long pause. “But only because you’ve been so obnoxious about it for two weeks.”
Mingi’s grin widened. “Deal. I’ll pick you up at six.”
As Y/N walked away with Chloe, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of excitement and reluctance. This could end up being one big mistake or maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something unexpected.
That evening, Mingi pulled up to Y/N’s house in his car, his heart beating a little faster than usual. He wasn’t used to feeling this nervous, but this wasn’t like the other dates he’d been on. This wasn’t some game at least, not anymore. He had to prove he was serious.
When Y/N stepped outside, dressed casually but effortlessly put-together, Mingi’s breath caught in his throat. She was different from anyone he’d ever had to chase, and for the first time, he felt unsure of himself.
“Hey,” she said as she slid into the passenger seat, offering a small but genuine smile.
“Hey,” Mingi replied, his voice uncharacteristically softer than usual. “You look great.”
“Thanks,” Y/N responded with a slight shrug, settling into the seat. “I’m just hoping this dinner isn’t going to be some disaster.”
Mingi laughed, trying to ease the tension in the air. “I promise it’s not a setup for some awful prank.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” she said dryly, glancing over at him. “I just don’t know why you keep insisting on hanging out. You’ve been pretty persistent.”
“Well,” Mingi said as he started the car, “maybe I like a challenge. And maybe I think you’re… worth the effort.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. She was still guarded, and Mingi could feel the distance between them, though he was determined to close it.
They arrived at a cozy little café a few minutes later, a place far away from the prying eyes of their schoolmates. It was quiet, with dim lighting and a peaceful atmosphere nothing like the bustling hangout spots Mingi usually frequented.
As they walked inside, Mingi held the door open for her, and they took a seat at a small corner booth. He could feel her watching him, studying him, as if she was waiting for him to slip up.
“So, what made you choose this place?” Y/N asked, looking around the café with a slight tilt of her head.
“I thought you might like something… low-key,” Mingi said, leaning back in his seat. “I’m not all about loud clubs and parties. Sometimes I want a little peace and quiet too.”
Y/N blinked, surprised by his honesty. “Huh. Guess I didn’t expect that from you.”
“I guess that’s the point,” he said with a slight smirk. “I’m full of surprises.”
They fell into an easy silence as the waitress came to take their orders. Once she left, Y/N leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.
“So, what’s the deal with you, Mingi? You’re like… the guy everyone knows but no one really knows, you know?”
Mingi paused, the question catching him off guard. For a moment, he wondered if this was just a roundabout way of asking about his past relationships.
“I guess I’m just… living in the moment,” he said after a beat, looking down at his hands. “Not really thinking too much about the future.”
Y/N watched him carefully. “And do you ever think about the future? Or is it just one person after another?”
Mingi looked up at her, his expression slightly more serious than before. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “Maybe I’ve been trying to keep things light because I’m not sure how to handle real feelings. I know it’s easier to just keep moving than to deal with the mess that is emotions.”
Y/N blinked, taken aback by his vulnerability. She had expected him to brush it off, but there he was, opening up to her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
“I get that,” she said softly. “Sometimes it’s easier to stay detached. But eventually, that catches up with you, right?”
Mingi nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess it does.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, letting the conversation settle before their food arrived. Mingi tried to keep the mood light as they ate, cracking jokes here and there, but he noticed Y/N’s walls slowly coming down. She was still guarded, but she wasn’t shutting him out as much as she had before.
After a while, Y/N looked at him with a small smile. “You know, I didn’t think I’d actually have a good time tonight.”
Mingi’s heart skipped a beat. “So, does this mean I’ve earned a little bit of your trust?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Maybe. You’ve been surprising me, Mingi. I didn’t think you could actually have a conversation without it feeling like some game.”
“Well, I can be serious when I want to be,” Mingi said, leaning in slightly. “And I’m starting to think I might want to be serious with you.”
Y/N stared at him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of his usual arrogance or playboy charm. But all she saw was sincerity, and for the first time, she allowed herself to soften.
“Okay,” she said after a long pause, her voice quieter now. “I’ll admit, I didn’t expect this from you. But… I’m still not convinced this is all real.”
Mingi reached across the table, gently brushing his fingers against hers. “Give me a chance to prove it.”
Y/N looked down at their hands, the gesture surprisingly gentle. She had always thought of Mingi as someone who only cared about getting what he wanted, but now she wasn’t so sure.
“I’ll think about it,” she said, looking back up at him. “But you’re not getting off that easy.”
Mingi grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
As they finished their meal, the air between them had shifted. It was no longer about playing games or pretending. For the first time, they were both being honest with each other and that felt like the beginning of something real.
Two weeks had passed since Mingi’s dinner with Y/N, and things were… different. A lot had changed, but not in the way he’d expected. Sure, he was still pursuing her, but now it wasn’t just about winning the bet. There was something more to it, something that made his usual confidence feel more like a subtle uncertainty. He’d actually begun to care about what Y/N thought.
But tonight, Mingi sat with San and Hongjoong, the two of them eagerly waiting to hear about his progress. It was time to talk about the bet.
“So, how’s it going, bro?” Hongjoong asked, a teasing glint in his eye. “You sure you’ve got this in the bag?”
Mingi leaned back in his chair, his usual cocky smile making a reappearance. “Oh, yeah. It’s going smoothly. She’s softening up. She’s definitely starting to like meprobably more than she realizes.”
San raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re sure? You’re not, like, falling for her or anything, right? Because I remember you saying it was just a bet.”
Mingi paused at San’s words, a strange discomfort settling in his chest. He quickly shook it off. “Nah, I’m not falling for her. It’s all part of the plan. She’s just… getting used to me. And I’m playing it smart. It’s not like I’m putting all my eggs in one basket.”
Hongjoong leaned in, smirking. “You’re starting to sound a little defensive. You sure you’re not starting to care?”
Mingi’s gaze flickered for a moment, his thoughts betraying him. He quickly cleared his throat and forced a laugh. “Nah, you guys know I’m all about winning. I just like to keep things interesting, you know?”
San and Hongjoong exchanged a look, both silently processing what they’d just heard.
“So, what’s the plan now?” Hongjoong asked, eager to hear what Mingi would do next.
Mingi grinned, tapping his fingers on the table. “Next step? I’m taking her out again this weekend. I’ve been keeping things casual no pressure, just a little fun. She’s definitely starting to let her guard down. The more time I spend with her, the more she opens up.”
San leaned back, looking skeptical. “Just be careful, Mingi. You’re playing a dangerous game. You can’t mess around with someone like Y/N for too long without catching feelings.”
Mingi’s eyes narrowed. “I told you, I’m not falling for her. I’ve got this under control. Just watch.”
Hongjoong gave a knowing smile. “Well, if you say so. But don’t forget, a bet’s a bet. You better be careful not to get too caught up in the process. You’ll end up playing yourself.”
Mingi grinned, though it was a little more strained than usual. “Nah, trust me. I know what I’m doing. This is just a game, and I’m always winning.”
Over the next few days, Mingi’s interactions with Y/N grew increasingly familiar. They started talking more, spending time together in and out of school sometimes at the café, sometimes just hanging out at the park. Every conversation felt easier, more comfortable. And yet, with each passing day, Mingi found himself questioning how much of it was part of the plan and how much was because he genuinely wanted to be around her.
As much as he told himself he was just playing the game, there was something about the way Y/N smiled when they talked, the way her eyes softened when she spoke to him, that made his heart beat a little faster. And for the first time, Mingi wasn’t sure if he was winning the bet or if he was just losing himself in the process.
But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. The bet was still on. And in his mind, winning was all that mattered.
It had been one month and two weeks since Mingi and Y/N started hanging out, and the connection between them had evolved in ways neither of them expected. Their usual banter was still there, but now it was accompanied by something deeper something unspoken but undeniable.
This time, Mingi had invited Y/N to a cherry blossom field, the perfect place for a quiet afternoon picnic away from the noise of school and the eyes of others. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the sea of pink petals that surrounded them. The air smelled fresh, and the gentle breeze made the blossoms sway, scattering petals like confetti around them.
They were seated on a blanket, surrounded by sandwiches, fruit, and iced tea, but neither of them were really paying attention to the food. Instead, they were lost in conversation genuine, easy, and comfortable in a way neither of them had anticipated.
“So, tell me,” Y/N said, a playful glint in her eyes, “what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done to impress someone?”
Mingi laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, that’s a long list. Probably the time I spent a ridiculous amount of money on a concert ticket just to impress some girl who didn’t even end up going.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “Lesson learned don’t try too hard.”
Y/N smirked. “Seems like you’ve learned a few things the hard way, huh?”
Mingi grinned, his eyes locking with hers for a brief moment. “Yeah, but I think that’s how you get better at this whole… ‘life’ thing.”
The conversation shifted to lighter topics favorite books, weird childhood stories, random facts they’d both learned. Each topic was a little more personal, a little more revealing. Y/N found herself laughing more than she had in a while, and Mingi couldn’t help but admire the way she smiled, the way she made everything feel so natural.
At some point, the chatter died down, and they both sat in a comfortable silence, watching the petals float through the air. The sun was setting now, casting a soft glow over everything, and the world felt as if it had slowed down just for them.
Without realizing it, they had shifted closer to each other on the blanket. Y/N was now sitting with her legs crossed, facing Mingi, their knees almost touching. The closeness felt different from anything they had shared before, and for a brief moment, Mingi’s heart raced in a way it never had during their hangouts. He had spent so much time trying to impress her, trying to win her over, but now, in this quiet, peaceful space, he realized he didn’t need to do anything.
Y/N, too, noticed the change in the air between them. Her pulse quickened as she met his gaze, the space between them closing slowly, almost naturally. For a moment, she thought about pulling away, about asking if this was a bad idea but something in Mingi’s eyes told her he was just as unsure, just as tentative.
Then, without thinking, she reached out, gently brushing her hand against his. It was a subtle gesture, but the impact was immediate. Mingi’s breath hitched, his gaze dropping to where their hands were connected, and then slowly, he met her eyes again.
The world seemed to blur around them, the noise of everything else fading away. It was just the two of them, the cherry blossoms, and the beating of their hearts.
Mingi leaned in first, drawn by something he couldn’t name, something that had been building between them for weeks. Y/N’s breath caught as their faces grew closer, the tension thickening. There was no going back now.
And then, without a word, their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was slow at first, gentle, as if neither of them wanted to break the fragile moment they had created. Mingi’s hand moved to cup her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss just slightly, testing the waters.
Y/N responded in kind, her hand moving to his chest as the kiss grew more urgent, more needy. Her heart raced as the feeling of Mingi’s lips on hers felt so right, so real, and yet so unexpected.
When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed as they tried to collect themselves.
“I didn’t plan on that,” Y/N whispered, her voice shaking slightly, the words feeling like an admission of something she hadn’t fully realized until now.
Mingi’s lips quirked into a small, soft smile, his thumb still brushing her cheek. “Me neither,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. The moment felt too precious, too delicate to break with words. They were still so close, the space between them charged with something neither of them could deny anymore.
“I think I should take you out more often,” Mingi said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching hers.
Y/N chuckled, though it was a little nervous, her heart still pounding in her chest. “Yeah, I think you should.”
And for the first time, there were no games, no pretense. Only the two of them, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the cherry blossoms, and a kiss that neither of them would ever forget.
After the kiss, the world around them felt suspended in time. Neither of them rushed to speak, neither of them pulled away. Instead, they simply existed in the moment, their breaths steady and soft as they let the stillness of the cherry blossom field surround them.
Y/N shifted slightly, tilting her head until it gently rested against Mingi’s shoulder. He tensed for a brief second, but then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he relaxed and let her settle closer to him. Her hair was soft against his arm, and for a moment, the world seemed to be just the two of them, a peaceful calm settling over them both.
The sun hung low in the sky, its warm golden light casting a soft glow over the field. The cherry blossoms swayed in the breeze, their petals drifting lazily to the ground, like a slow, natural dance. The sound of distant birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind filled the silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, that told them everything didn’t have to be said out loud to feel real.
Mingi glanced down at Y/N, her eyes closed as she leaned against him, her face soft and peaceful. He felt something stir inside him something that wasn’t just the thrill of the bet or the challenge anymore. He couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but there was a warmth in his chest that made him want to protect this moment, to keep it frozen in time.
For a while, they just watched the sunset together, neither of them feeling the need to fill the silence with words. The sky had turned from soft orange to pink, and then to a deep purple as the sun slowly sank below the horizon. It was beautiful quiet, simple, and perfect in a way that neither of them had anticipated.
“This is nice,” Y/N murmured, breaking the stillness just enough for Mingi to hear her. Her voice was soft, as if she didn’t want to disturb the peace they’d found.
Mingi smiled, his gaze still on the sunset. “Yeah, it is.” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “I’m glad you came with me today.”
Y/N smiled to herself, not opening her eyes, but feeling the sincerity in his words. “I’m glad I came too.”
They fell silent again, the gentle evening breeze wrapping around them, the air cool but not uncomfortable. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Mingi couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of contentment.
For so long, he’d lived his life in motion, always chasing the next thing, the next thrill, the next conquest. But here, with Y/N’s head on his shoulder and the world quietly fading into night, he felt… at peace.
And for once, he didn’t feel the need to chase anything.
“I think I could get used to this,” Mingi said quietly, his words almost to himself, but loud enough for Y/N to hear.
Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile, but she didn’t open her eyes. “Me too.”
The night stretched on, but neither of them moved. They stayed there, watching the sky turn darker, the stars beginning to appear, their breaths in sync. And for the first time in a long time, Mingi didn’t feel the pressure of the bet, the weight of the game he was playing. He just felt… here. With her.
And in that moment, that was enough.
The next day at school, Mingi leaned casually against the lockers, a smug grin spread across his face as he recounted the events of the previous evening to San and Hongjoong. The hallway was busy with students heading to class, the usual noise and chatter filling the air, but Mingi’s voice carried just enough to be heard over the commotion.
“And then, we kissed,” Mingi said, his tone confident. “I told you guys I’d get her to fall for me. She’s hooked now. Guess that means I win the bet.”
San raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Damn, so you really pulled it off, huh?”
Hongjoong nodded, crossing his arms. “Didn’t think you’d make it, honestly. Two months is a long time to stay focused on one girl.”
Mingi shrugged, trying to play it cool, though there was a flicker of something uneasy in his chest. “What can I say? I’m just that good.”
Unbeknownst to them, Y/N had stopped just around the corner, her heart sinking as she heard every word. She had been on her way to meet Chloe, but the sound of Mingi’s voice caught her attention, and curiosity had gotten the better of her. Now, she wished she hadn’t listened.
Her chest tightened, and her throat felt dry as the reality of what she was hearing hit her like a ton of bricks. The past few weeks the laughter, the conversations, the kiss under the cherry blossoms it had all been part of a game. A bet.
Her hands clenched into fists as she stepped out from behind the wall.
the corner, her eyes burning with unshed tears. The hallway noise seemed to dull around her, and all she could focus on was Mingi’s smug expression as he laughed with his friends.
“Really?” Y/N’s voice rang out, sharp and trembling with hurt.
Mingi froze mid laugh, his eyes snapping to her. The color drained from his face as he realized she’d heard everything. “Y/N…”
San and Hongjoong exchanged uneasy glances, both taking a cautious step back as Y/N approached. Her gaze was icy, a mix of betrayal and anger swirling in her eyes.
“So, this was all just a bet?” Y/N’s voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t falter. “Everything the texts, the hangouts, the cherry blossom field it was all just some stupid game to you?”
Mingi opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He felt like the air had been knocked out of him.
“I can’t believe I actually thought you were different,” Y/N continued, her voice growing louder. “I thought you’d changed, that maybe you actually cared about me. But I was wrong.”
“Wait, Y/N, let me explain—” Mingi started, stepping toward her, but she shook her head, cutting him off.
“Explain what?” she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. “That you tricked me? That you pretended to like me just so you could win a bet? There’s nothing to explain, Mingi. I get it now.”
The hallway had grown quieter, students slowing down to watch the scene unfold. Y/N’s chest heaved as she tried to keep her composure, but the tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over.
Mingi’s heart sank as he saw the pain in her eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Somewhere along the way, he had stopped thinking about the bet. Somewhere along the way, he had started to care about her really care.
“Y/N, it’s not like that,” Mingi said, his voice softer now, desperate. “I—”
“It’s exactly like that,” Y/N interrupted, her voice breaking. “You lied to me, Mingi. You made me believe you actually cared, but you don’t. You never did.”
She turned on her heel, storming away before he could say another word. Mingi reached out instinctively, but San grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Let her go, man,” San said quietly.
Mingi stood there, frozen, watching Y/N disappear down the hallway. The weight of what had just happened hit him like a punch to the gut. He had hurt her badly. And for what? A stupid bet?
Hongjoong let out a low whistle, breaking the tense silence. “Well, that just blew up in your face.”
Mingi shot him a glare but didn’t say anything. His mind was racing, replaying every moment he’d spent with Y/N over the past few weeks. The sound of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved, the feeling of her head resting on his shoulder under the cherry blossoms.
He didn’t just like her. He was in love with her. And now, because of his own stupidity, he’d ruined everything.
“What are you gonna do now?” San asked, his voice low, almost cautious.
Mingi ran a hand through his hair, frustration and regret etched across his face. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “But I have to fix this. Somehow.”
For the first time in his life, Mingi wasn’t thinking about winning. He wasn’t thinking about the bet, or his pride, or his reputation. All he could think about was Y/N and how he might have lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Y/N sat on her bed that evening, staring blankly at the wall. Her chest felt heavy, her mind replaying Mingi’s words from earlier that day like a broken record. “I told you guys I’d get her to fall for me. She’s hooked now. Guess that means I win the bet.”
Her stomach churned every time she thought about it. How could she have been so naive? So foolish to think someone like Mingi could genuinely care for her? All those moments they shared, the laughs, the kiss it was all fake. A game to him.
Tears slid down her cheeks, hot and relentless. She thought back to the way Mingi had looked at her yesterday in the cherry blossom field, the way he smiled, the softness in his voice. It all felt so real. But it wasn’t. It was a lie.
A soft knock on her bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts. Chloe stepped in, her expression cautious as she held a tray with tea and cookies. “Hey,” she said gently, setting the tray on Y/N’s nightstand. “I thought you might need this.”
Y/N gave her a weak smile, wiping her face. “Thanks.”
Chloe sat beside her, her tone careful. “You don’t have to talk about it, but… I’m here if you need me.”
For a moment, Y/N didn’t respond. Then, her voice came out in a whisper. “I really thought he cared, Chloe. I thought he was different.”
Chloe’s jaw tightened. “Mingi’s an idiot,” she said firmly. “And if he thinks he can just waltz back in and fix this, he’s got another thing coming.”
Y/N nodded, her resolve hardening. She wasn’t going to let him hurt her again.
The next day at school, Mingi tried to approach her, but Y/N ignored him completely. She walked past him in the hallway as if he didn’t exist. When he called out her name, she kept walking, refusing to even glance in his direction.
“Y/N, wait! Please, just hear me out!” Mingi pleaded, but she acted as though she couldn’t hear him.
This pattern continued for days. No matter where he tried to catch her in the hallways, at lunch, after class she refused to engage. Mingi’s usual confidence was nowhere to be found. His friends noticed it too.
“You look like a lost puppy,” San said one afternoon, watching Mingi slump into his seat.
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Did you really think apologizing once was going to fix this? You humiliated her, man. You’ve got work to do.”
Mingi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know. I just… I didn’t think it’d be this hard to get her to listen to me.”
That evening, Mingi stood outside Y/N’s house with a bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand. He had been there every night since the incident, each time hoping she might open the door. But each time, she didn’t.
He knocked softly, his heart pounding in his chest. When the door opened, his hopes lifted only to see Chloe standing there, arms crossed, glaring at him.
“What do you want, Mingi?” she asked flatly.
“Is Y/N home?” he asked, his voice almost pleading. “I just want to talk to her. Please.”
“She doesn’t want to see you,” Chloe said firmly, stepping closer as if to block his view inside. “And honestly, can you blame her?”
Mingi’s shoulders slumped, but he didn’t leave. “I know I messed up,” he admitted. “I was an idiot, okay? But I… I care about her. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I need her to know that.”
Chloe’s expression softened slightly, but she didn’t move. “She’s hurt, Mingi. You need to give her time.”
With that, she closed the door, leaving Mingi standing on the porch, clutching the flowers in defeat.
Days turned into weeks, but Mingi didn’t stop trying. Every day, he brought flowers to Y/N’s house. Every day, he tried to catch her at school. And every day, she ignored him.
One afternoon, as Y/N was walking home, she noticed Mingi waiting for her at the corner of her street. She sighed, her resolve starting to waver as she saw the flowers.
determination in his eyes. He looked tired, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something softer something more vulnerable. In his hands, he held yet another bouquet of flowers, slightly wilted from being carried around all day.
“Y/N,” Mingi called out gently, stepping toward her. “Please. Just give me five minutes.”
She stopped walking, crossing her arms as she stared at him, her gaze guarded. “Why? So you can feed me more lies?”
“No,” he said quickly, his voice almost breaking. “I just… I need to explain. I know I don’t deserve for you to hear me out, but I’m begging you.”
Y/N hesitated. Part of her wanted to turn around and leave, to keep the walls she’d built intact. But another part of her the part that remembered the Mingi who sat with her under the cherry blossoms wanted to hear him out.
She sighed and finally said, “You have five minutes.”
Mingi’s shoulders sagged with relief as he stepped closer, careful not to overstep her boundaries. “Thank you,” he murmured. He took a deep breath, then began.
“When this all started, I was stupid. I thought it was just a game a challenge. I didn’t think about how it might hurt you because I wasn’t thinking at all. And I know that makes me a jerk, but somewhere along the way, everything changed.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t interrupt.
Mingi looked down at the flowers in his hands, his voice quieter now. “Spending time with you, getting to know you… it stopped being about the bet. I started looking forward to seeing you every day, hearing your voice, learning all the little things that make you… you.”
He met her eyes then, his own filled with an earnestness she hadn’t seen before. “I fell for you, Y/N. And not because of some stupid bet. I fell for you because you’re amazing. And I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I wanted you to know the truth. I’m not that guy anymore. Not because I decided to change, but because you made me want to be better.”
Y/N’s chest tightened at his words. She could see the sincerity in his expression, the raw honesty in his voice. But the hurt was still there, lingering like a shadow over everything.
“I don’t know if I can believe you,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “How do I know this isn’t just another part of your game?”
Mingi took a step closer, holding out the flowers to her. “Because I’m still here. I’ve been here every day, trying to fix what I broke. I don’t care about the bet, Y/N. I care about you. And I’ll keep proving it, no matter how long it takes.”
For a long moment, Y/N just looked at him, her emotions warring inside her. She wanted to trust him, to believe that he had changed, but the fear of being hurt again held her back.
Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need time, Mingi. I don’t know if I can forgive you yet.”
Mingi nodded, a small, sad smile on his face. “I understand. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
He handed her the flowers, and for the first time in weeks, Y/N accepted them. She didn’t say anything else as she turned and walked away, but Mingi stood there, watching her until she disappeared into her house.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt a sliver of hope. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him going.
That night, Y/N sat on her bed, the bouquet of flowers resting on her nightstand. She stared at them, the faint scent of roses filling the air. Her emotions were a tangled mess—anger, sadness, confusion, and something she didn’t want to admit: a lingering flicker of hope.
She wanted to hate Mingi, wanted to hold on to the pain he caused her. But the way he had looked at her today, the vulnerability in his voice, made her question everything. Was he really different? Had he truly fallen for her, or was it just another ploy?
She sighed, leaning back against her pillows. As much as she tried to push the thought away, the truth was clear: she still cared about him. But caring about him didn’t erase the hurt. It didn’t undo the betrayal.
Over the next few days, Mingi continued to prove his sincerity. He didn’t push her for more time or overwhelm her with grand gestures. Instead, he found small ways to show her he was still there.
When she walked into school one morning, she found a note tucked into her locker:
I’m sorry for everything. I’m not giving up on us, no matter how long it takes. – M
When she went to her favorite café with Chloe, the barista handed her a drink with a sticky note attached:
I saw you order this once. Thought you could use a pick me up. – M
Each little act chipped away at her defenses. She couldn’t ignore the effort he was putting in, but she also couldn’t let her guard down entirely. Not yet.
One evening, a week after their conversation, Y/N was sitting on the steps outside her house when she saw Mingi approaching. He wasn’t holding flowers this time, just his hands in his pockets and an uncertain look on his face.
“Hey,” he said softly, stopping a few feet away.
“Hey,” she replied, her tone cautious but not cold.
“Can I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the step beside her.
She hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”
Mingi sat down, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. He looked at her for a long moment before speaking. “I wanted to say something. Something I should have said a long time ago.”
Y/N turned to him, her heart racing. “What is it?”
He took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I love you, Y/N. I know I’ve done everything to mess this up, and I don’t deserve you, but I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I love you.”
Her breath hitched as his words sank in. She searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all she saw was raw, unfiltered truth.
For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Mingi’s heart pounded as he waited, the seconds feeling like hours.
Then, finally, she spoke. “I…” She paused, her eyes softening. “I love you too, Mingi.”
His eyes widened in surprise and relief, a smile breaking across his face. “You do?”
She nodded, a small smile of her own forming. “I do. But this doesn’t mean everything is fixed. I still need time to trust you again.”
Mingi reached for her hand, his touch gentle. “I’ll wait as long as it takes. I promise.”
Y/N felt a glimmer of hope not just for Mingi, but for them.
Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Mingi slowly began to rebuild what had been broken. It wasn’t easy there were moments when doubt crept in, when Y/N’s walls went back up, or when Mingi questioned whether he could ever fully make up for his mistakes. But through it all, they found ways to meet in the middle.
Mingi was patient, careful not to push her too far. He started showing up for her in ways that felt genuine offering to walk her home from school, helping her carry her books, and being a constant presence in her life. When they talked, he listened, really listened, and Y/N found herself opening up to him in ways she hadn’t expected.
One afternoon, they found themselves at the park where they had shared their first kiss. The cherry blossoms were long gone, replaced by vibrant green leaves, but the memory lingered. They sat under the same tree, Mingi leaning against the trunk while Y/N stretched out on the grass beside him.
“You know,” she said, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers, “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look at you without feeling angry.”
Mingi turned to her, his expression soft. “And now?”
“Now,” she said, glancing at him with a small smile, “I’m starting to feel like I can trust you again.”
He smiled, relief washing over him. “That means more to me than you know.”
Days turned into weeks, and their connection only grew stronger. Mingi wasn’t just a part of her life now he was a constant. They studied together, laughed together, and even shared secrets under the stars.
One evening, after a particularly long day of classes, Mingi and Y/N found themselves at her favorite café. The place was quiet, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as they sat by the window.
Y/N was sipping her drink when she noticed Mingi fidgeting. He kept glancing at her, then at his hands, like he was trying to muster the courage to say something.
“What’s up with you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mingi chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Okay…” she prompted, leaning forward slightly.
He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. “I know I’ve said this before, but I need you to know how much you mean to me. These past few weeks, rebuilding things with you it’s been everything to me. You’re everything to me, Y/N.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her drink, a smile tugging at her lips. “Mingi…”
“No, let me finish,” he interrupted, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’ve spent so much of my life running from things, from feelings, from anything real. But with you… I don’t want to run anymore. I want to be better, not just for you but for myself too. And I want to do it with you by my side.”
He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”
Y/N blinked, her heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. She hadn’t expected this not now, not tonight but as she looked into his eyes, she saw the sincerity, the hope, and the love he had for her.
“Yes,” she said softly, her smile widening. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Mingi’s face lit up, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “You won’t regret it,” he said, squeezing her hand gently.
“I know I won’t,” Y/N replied, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like everything was exactly as it should be.
The next day at school, Mingi couldn’t stop smiling. His usual confident swagger was there, but it felt different now lighter, more genuine. His friends, San and Hongjoong, were quick to notice as they sat at their usual spot on the bleachers during lunch.
“You’re practically glowing,” San teased, nudging Mingi with his elbow. “What’s going on? Did Y/N finally agree to hang out with you again or something?”
Mingi grinned, unable to hold it in any longer. “Actually… she said yes.”
Hongjoong furrowed his brow. “Yes to what?”
“To being my girlfriend,” Mingi said, his smile growing even wider.
San’s jaw dropped, and Hongjoong let out a low whistle. “No way,” San said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re telling me Y/N the girl who doesn’t give anyone the time of day actually agreed to date you?”
“Yep,” Mingi said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “And I didn’t even have to bribe her or anything.”
Hongjoong laughed, clapping him on the back. “Well, I’ll admit, I didn’t think you had it in you. But I’ve got to say, I’m happy for you, man. You’ve been different lately. Better.”
San nodded, his expression turning more serious. “Yeah, for real. I mean, I know we teased you a lot, but I can tell you actually care about her. Don’t mess this up.”
“I won’t,” Mingi promised, his tone firm. “She means too much to me.”
Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting with Chloe in their favorite spot in the courtyard, sipping on iced tea and enjoying the warm afternoon sun. Chloe had been unusually quiet, and Y/N finally spoke up.
“Okay, spill it. I know you have something to say,” Y/N said, setting her drink down and giving Chloe a pointed look.
Chloe sighed, leaning back against the bench. “I just… I’m happy for you, Y/N. Really, I am. I’ve never seen you this happy before.”
“But?” Y/N prompted, raising an eyebrow.
“But,” Chloe continued, “I also know how much you’ve been hurt before. I just want to make sure you’re being careful. Mingi’s great and all, but he’s… well, he’s Mingi. You know what I mean.”
Y/N nodded, her smile softening. “I know. And trust me, I’ve thought about it. But he’s been different lately, Chloe. He’s really trying, and I can see it. I’m not saying I’m throwing caution to the wind, but… I think he’s worth taking a chance on.”
Chloe studied her for a moment, then smiled. “Okay. If you believe in him, then I’ll believe in him too. Just know I’ve got your back if he ever messes up.”
“I know,” Y/N said with a laugh, reaching out to squeeze her friend’s hand. “Thanks, Chloe. That means a lot.”
“And for the record,” Chloe added with a smirk, “I never thought I’d see the day where you started dating someone. Mingi must be some kind of miracle worker.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. “Yeah, well, he’s definitely something.”
Over the next few weeks, Mingi and Y/N’s relationship blossomed. They spent every spare moment together, from quiet study sessions in the library to playful banter during lunch. Y/N found herself smiling more than ever, and Mingi’s friends could see how much she had softened him.
Even Chloe, who had been skeptical at first, started warming up to the idea of them being together. She’d catch glimpses of how Mingi looked at Y/N when he thought no one else was watching like she was the only thing that mattered in the world and it was hard not to root for them.
It had been a couple of months since Y/N and Mingi officially started dating, and everything was going better than Y/N could have imagined. He had proven himself over and over again not just to her, but to Chloe, her family, and even his own friends. Mingi’s playful charm had melted into something deeper and more genuine, and Y/N couldn’t deny how much she’d come to trust him.
Tonight, they were at his house. The usual sounds of his family bustling around were absent, and the house felt unusually quiet. Mingi’s mom had gone out for the evening, leaving the two of them alone.
In his room, they were sprawled across his bed, a bowl of popcorn between them as a movie played on the screen. The soft glow of fairy lights he’d strung up around his room gave the space a cozy warmth.
Y/N popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth, giggling as a particularly ridiculous scene unfolded on the screen. “Okay, this might be the worst movie you’ve ever made me watch,” she said, glancing over at him.
Mingi grinned, leaning back against the headboard. “Excuse me, this is a cult classic,” he said, feigning offense. “You just don’t appreciate the art of bad action movies.”
“Oh, I appreciate it, all right,” she teased. “I just don’t know why the hero needs to somersault every five seconds.”
“It’s called flair,” Mingi shot back, tossing a piece of popcorn at her.
Y/N laughed, dodging it easily. “Flair, my foot. It’s ridiculous, and you know it.”
He smirked, setting the bowl of popcorn aside and turning to face her fully. “Ridiculous? You want to talk about ridiculous? You’re the one who cried during that cartoon about a dog the other day.”
Her mouth fell open in mock outrage. “That was emotional, and you know it!”
Mingi chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you that one.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the movie playing in the background forgotten. Mingi reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re really cute when you’re all worked up, you know that?”
Y/N felt her cheeks heat under his gaze. “Stop,” she said with a shy smile, swatting at his arm.
“I’m serious,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re… amazing, Y/N.”
The sincerity in his tone made her heart skip a beat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and saw nothing but warmth and affection.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mingi,” she replied softly.
He smiled, leaning closer, his hand resting gently on her cheek. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N’s breath hitched, but she nodded, her heart racing. “Yeah,” she whispered back.
Mingi closed the gap between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and sweet, filled with all the emotions neither of them could put into words.
When they pulled apart, Y/N rested her forehead against his, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’re really good at this, you know.”
“Good at what?” he asked, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Making me fall for you,” she said softly.
Mingi’s heart swelled at her words, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as the movie continued in the background.
In that moment, nothing else mattered just the two of them, wrapped up in each other, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
As the movie droned on in the background, neither of them paid it any attention anymore. Mingi’s fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along Y/N’s arm, and she found herself leaning into his touch. Their faces were close again, and it wasn’t long before his lips found hers once more, the kiss deeper this time, more deliberate.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping his shirt lightly as he shifted closer. The bowl of popcorn tumbled onto the floor, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered in that moment was each other.
Mingi pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his gaze locking with hers. His eyes searched her face, as if asking for silent permission to take things a step further. When she gave a slight nod, he leaned back in, capturing her lips again.
This time, the kiss grew more intense, and before Y/N knew it, she was on her back, Mingi hovering over her. His hands braced on either side of her, keeping his weight off her, but the closeness between them was undeniable.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and full of emotion.
Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her hands finding their way to his hair. She tugged him back down for another kiss, and he didn’t hesitate to oblige, leaning in fully now as the space between them disappeared completely.
Mingi’s kisses deepened, his lips moving from hers to her jawline and down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Y/N shivered beneath him, her hands tangling in his hair as his touch became bolder. His fingertips trailed lightly down her sides, sending a wave of warmth through her.
“Tell me if I should stop,” he whispered, his voice husky and filled with sincerity.
Y/N shook her head slightly, her breath hitching as his lips moved lower. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, her voice barely audible but filled with certainty.
Taking her response as reassurance, Mingi’s hands began to explore more freely, gliding over the curves of her body with a tenderness that made her heart race. His lips found hers again, the kiss slow but filled with an unspoken intensity.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, brushing against her skin, and he paused, looking into her eyes for any sign of hesitation. When she nodded, he continued, his hands lifting the fabric slowly, giving her time to adjust with each inch.
“Y/N,” he breathed, his forehead resting against hers as he gently pulled the shirt over her head, his gaze filled with awe and affection.
Mingi then fully pulled her shirt over her head and threw it onto the ground before, unbuckling her bra and tossing that to the ground as well.
Mingi hovered over Y/N, his hands planted on either side of her head as he looked down at her. He took a moment to admire the sight of her beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from her.
He could feel her body responding to his touch, her back arching off the bed as she pressed herself closer to him. He smiled against her skin, his free hand moving to the other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Y/N writhed beneath him, her body writhing with pleasure as he teased her nipples. She let out a series of soft gasps and moans, her hands tangling in his hair as she clung to him.
"Mingi..." she breathed, her voice laced with need. "Please..."
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her. "Please what, princess?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"I need you," she whimpered, her hips bucking up against him. "I need you to touch me."
Mingi chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, I will, princess," he said, his hand trailing down her body. "But I'm going to take my time with you. I want to make you beg for it."
He continued to tease her, his lips and hands exploring every inch of her body. He knew all the spots that made her shiver and gasp, and he used that knowledge to his advantage.
He kissed his way down her neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. He nipped at her collarbone, his teeth scraping against her skin.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured against her skin. "All spread out for me, desperate for my touch."
Mingi moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her stomach. He paused at the waistband of her panties, his fingers hooking under the fabric.
He looked up at her, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Lift your hips for me, princess," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
Y/N obeyed, lifting her hips off the bed as he pulled her panties down, exposing her to him completely. He settled between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place.
Mingi gazed at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her spread out before him. She was a vision of beauty, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with desire.
He lowered his head, his breath hot against her center. He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, his lips trailing closer and closer to where she needed him most.
He could smell her arousal, could see the evidence of her desire glistening on her skin. He teased her with his fingers, lightly brushing against her folds before withdrawing.
Mingi finally gave in to her need, his tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up her slit. She cried out, her body arching off the bed at the sensation.
He chuckled against her, the sound vibrating through her body. He lapped at her, his tongue exploring every inch of her folds with a skillful precision.
He found her clit, flicking his tongue against it in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing beneath him. He knew just how to push her buttons, how to drive her wild with pleasure.
Mingi alternated between sucking and licking her clit, his hands holding her hips in place as he worked. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her thighs trembling around his head.
He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers as he continued to devour her. He loved watching her come undone, loved seeing the look of pure ecstasy on her face.
He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside her.
Mingi continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his tongue never leaving her clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers, a sure sign that she was close.
He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder as he brought her closer to her release. He knew she was on the brink, could feel her body tensing up beneath him.
Mingi doubled his efforts, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to push her over the edge. He sucked hard on her clit, his free hand moving to pinch her nipple.
Y/N cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. She was completely lost in the sensations, unable to form coherent words as she neared her peak.
Her moans grew louder, a mix of curses and pleas falling from her lips. She could feel the heat building low in her belly, her muscles tightening with each thrust of his fingers.
Mingi could feel her getting tighter around his fingers, her walls clenching desperately as she approached her orgasm. He knew she was right on the edge, knew that all it would take was one final push to send her over.
He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. At the same time, he bit down on her clit, a sharp jolt of pain that sent her hurtling into ecstasy.
Y/N screamed his name as she came, “ah mingi~” her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She writhed beneath him, her walls spasming around his fingers as he worked her through her orgasm.
Mingi pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with her arousal. He sat back on his heels, his eyes raking over her flushed and trembling body.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You taste so good, princess," he said, his voice low and husky.
He reached down, pulling off his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and straining for release.
He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on her. "Come here," he said, beckoning her towards him.
Y/N crawled over to him, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She settled between his legs, her eyes fixed on his hard cock.
She looked up at him, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and submission.
Mingi smirked, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her closer to his cock. "Open your mouth, princess," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle.
Y/N obeyed, her lips parting as she looked up at him. She knew what he wanted, knew exactly how to please him.
He guided her head down, his cock sliding past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth. He let out a low groan, his grip on her hair tightening slightly.
Mingi's grip on her hair tightened as she took him deeper into her mouth. He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as pleasure coursed through his body.
"Fuck, princess," he growled, his hips bucking up slightly. "Your mouth feels so good."
Y/N gagged as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. She looked up at him through watery eyes, her hands bracing herself against his thighs.
Mingi could feel her throat constricting around him, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. He tightened his grip on her hair, using it to guide her movements as he pushed her head down further.
Y/N gagged again, her throat convulsing around Mingi's cock. The sensation was almost too much for him, the tight, wet heat of her mouth driving him wild.
He loved watching her struggle to take him, loved seeing the way her eyes watered and her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to breathe around him.
"You're doing so well, princess," he murmured, his voice strained. "Taking my cock so deep in your throat like a good girl."
Mingi continued to guide her head up and down his length, his hips moving in time with her movements. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in his gut.
He looked down at her, taking in the sight of her kneeling between his legs, her lips stretched around his cock. She looked so beautiful like this, so completely submissive and willing to please him.
He tightened his grip on her hair again, pushing her head down further than before. "I'm close, princess," he grunted, his voice rough with need.
Y/N pulled back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip of Mingi's cock. She lapped at the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around it in slow, deliberate circles.
Mingi groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure shot through him. "Just like that, princess," he panted, his fingers tightening in her hair.
He could feel his release building, the tension in his body reaching its peak. He bucked his hips up, his cock hitting the back of her throat once more.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Swallow it all, princess. Be a good girl for me."
Y/N continued to suck and lick him, her movements becoming more desperate as she sensed his impending orgasm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and obedience.
Mingi's body tensed, his muscles coiling tightly as he reached the edge. He let out a strangled cry, his hips jerking as he spilled himself into her mouth.
Y/N swallowed obediently, taking every drop of his cum without hesitation. She continued to suckle at his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
Mingi groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as he came down from his high. "Good girl," he panted, his fingers loosening their grip on her hair. "Such a good girl for me."
Mingi took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at Y/N.
He reached out, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Lay down on your stomach, princess," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Yes, sir," Y/N replied, her voice soft and obedient.
She did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach and pillowing her head on her arms. She felt vulnerable in this position, exposed and at his mercy.
Mingi moved behind her, his hands trailing over her back and down to her hips. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock resting against her entrance.
Mingi ran his hands over her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he admired her body. He loved the way she looked like this, spread out beneath him and completely at his mercy.
He teased her with the tip of his cock, running it up and down her folds without actually entering her. He could feel her growing wetter with each pass, her body aching for him to fill her.
Mingi leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He held them up for Y/N to see, a smirk on his face.
"You know what these are for, princess?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Y/N's eyes widened slightly, her heart rate picking up at the sight of the handcuffs. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir."
Mingi fastened the handcuffs around her wrists, securing them tightly so that she was effectively bound and at his mercy.
He ran his hands up her arms, his fingers tracing the smooth skin of her back. "You look so good like this, princess," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Helpless and restrained, all mine to do with as I please."
Mingi grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.
“Such a good little slut for me," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're mine to use and abuse, aren't you?"
Y/N moaned, her body arching into his touch as he spoke. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "I'm all yours, to do whatever you want."
Mingi chuckled, his hand still tangled in her hair as he leaned back. He admired the sight of her bound and submissive beneath him, her body trembling with anticipation.
"That's right, princess," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You belong to me, and I'm going to use you however I see fit."
He shifted his position, positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her for a moment longer, rubbing the head of his cock against her folds before finally pushing inside.
Y/N moaned softly as he entered her, the feeling of being filled by him both pleasurable and overwhelming. She was completely at his mercy, her body and pleasure entirely in his control.
Mingi groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he sank into her fully. "You're so tight, princess," he grunted, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back as he began to move inside her. He continued to pull her hair, forcing her head back at an uncomfortable angle.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and degrading. "Bound and helpless beneath me, taking my cock like the little good girl you are."
Y/N whimpered, her body writhing beneath him as he spoke. His words were like a drug, sending shivers of pleasure and shame coursing through her veins.
"P-Please," she gasped, her voice strained and stuttering. "Please, Daddy, harder."
Mingi chuckled darkly, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. "Such a needy little thing," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Begging for more like the desperate little slut you are."
Mingi grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so hard that it almost hurt. He pulled her up onto her knees, forcing her back to arch and her body to bend to his will.
"Is this what you want, princess?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You want it rough and merciless, huh? You want me to use you like a toy?"
Y/N's eyes widened, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her as he pulled her hair. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in stutters and gasps.
"Y-yes, Daddy," she managed to gasp, her body trembling with need. "P-please, be rough with me. Use me however you want."
Mingi flipped her over, easily maneuvering her onto her back despite her bound wrists. He knelt between her legs, his eyes raking over her flushed and trembling body.
he thrust back into her.He wrapped his hand around her throat, his fingers pressing lightly against her skin.
"You look so beautiful like this, princess," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Helpless and at my mercy, completely under my control."
Mingi continued to pound into her, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. His hand around her throat tightened slightly, not enough to cut off her air but enough to send a thrill of danger coursing through her veins.
“You're mine, princess," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "Your body, your pleasure, everything belongs to me. And I'm going to take it all."
Y/N moaned and writhed beneath him, her body arching into his touch as he took her roughly. The feeling of his hand around her throat and the sound of his grunts were driving her wild, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Mingi continued to pound into her, his grunts growing louder and more frequent as he approached his own release.
"You're so good for me, princess," he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "Taking my cock so well, so perfect for me."
Y/N's voice was barely coherent, her words coming out in a stream of gasps and moans.
"D-daddy," she managed to stutter, her body trembling with pleasure. "Please, I'm so close."
Mingi's grip on her wrists and throat tightened, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic as he chased his own release.
"I know you are, princess," he grunted, his voice strained. "Cum for me, let go and give me everything you have."
Y/N's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. “Ah~ daddy..”, her voice hoarse and broken as she clenched around him.
Mingi continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm as he chased his own release. The feeling of her tightening around him was too much to bear, and he soon followed her over the edge. “fuck princess..” mingi grunts out.
He groaned, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled himself inside her. His body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, his grip on her throat loosening slightly.
Mingi collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He released her throat, his hands coming to rest on her hips instead.
He remained inside her for a few moments, savoring the feeling of her body beneath him. He could feel the sweat cooling on their skin, their bodies slick with a mixture of sweat and cum.
He lifted his head, looking down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "You did so well, princess," he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion.
Mingi carefully pulled out of her, his body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. He rolled onto his side, gently helping her to sit up and remove the handcuffs.
He massaged her wrists, checking to make sure they weren't too sore or bruised from being restrained. Once he was satisfied that she was okay, he leaned in and kissed her forehead softly.
"Come on, princess," he said, standing up and holding out a hand to her. "Let's go get cleaned up."
Y/N took his hand, her legs still a bit shaky as she stood up. She leaned against him for support, feeling both exhausted and satisfied after their intense session.
Mingi wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right before stepping inside with her.
He pulled her under the warm spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and other fluids from their bodies. He took his time cleaning her, gently running his hands over her skin and washing away any evidence of their previous activities.
Once they were both clean and dry, Mingi led Y/N back to the bed. He pulled back the covers, letting her climb in before sliding in beside her.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her tightly as they settled into the bed.
"I love you, princess," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate. "You were amazing tonight."
Y/n softly says “I love you too mingi”
They both eventually drift off to sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed softly through the window, casting a warm glow over Mingi’s room. The world outside seemed quiet, and for once, everything felt still. Y/N lay nestled against Mingi’s chest, her head resting against his shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering in the air. She felt peaceful, safe, and content.
Mingi shifted slightly, his deep morning voice filling the quiet room. “I think I’m still half asleep,” he mumbled, his words slow and groggy, but it only made Y/N smile.
“You definitely sound it,” she teased softly, raising her head slightly to meet his sleepy eyes.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, before pulling her back into his embrace. “I’m not a morning person… but I’ll make an exception for you.”
Y/N laughed, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Well, lucky for you, I’m also not a morning person,” she said, a hint of humor in her voice.
They both fell into a comfortable silence, just lying there together, basking in the simple joy of being close. After a moment, Mingi broke the quiet again, his voice teasing. “Do you remember how you tried to steal all the blankets last night in your sleep?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “I wasn’t trying to steal them! You were hogging them all!”
“Uh-huh, sure,” Mingi grinned, pulling her even closer. “You just can’t resist my charm.”
She snorted. “It’s not your charm. It’s your body heat.”
He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Either way, you were still stuck with me.”
Y/N sighed contentedly, her hand resting against his chest. “I can’t believe how much I love this. Just… being here with you, in this moment.”
Mingi’s smile softened, his thumb gently tracing circles on her back. “Same here. I’ve never felt anything like this before, Y/N. You make everything feel… right.”
Y/N paused, lifting her head slightly to look at him. The warmth in his eyes made her heart swell. “Mingi…”
He gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin as his voice grew sincere. “I love you. I love you so much, Y/N.”
Y/N felt a rush of emotion flood through her. She had never been this sure of anything in her life. “I love you too, Mingi,” she whispered, her voice filled with the depth of everything she had been feeling.
Mingi’s smile widened, and he kissed her forehead gently. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“And I’m lucky to have you,” Y/N replied, her heart full as she snuggled into him, both of them wrapped in the quiet of their own little world, where nothing else mattered except each other.
